My name was Zhang Heng.
Zhang as in Zhang Heng, Heng as in Zhang Heng.
I was thirty-three years old and a Reincarnator.
I currently lived at Home of Reincarnation No. 666, Road 444, IX District, Era 72, in Reincarnation Space. I smoked every day, I drank, and I trained without a moment's pause, raising my strength to where it had been before my second mission. Even Lord God knew I was a good boy.
Did something about that sound wrong?
Forget it. Whatever.
After washing up, he exchanged for a set of Status Repair Fluid from Lord God, sweeping away the fatigue and mental problems caused by using Cultivation Vouchers during this period.
There were still seven days until his next mission.
Thinking of the formidable lineup on his team, Zhang Heng gave himself a bright smile in the mirror. "Perfect. I've got time to put my affairs in order."
He changed into a plain modern T-shirt and shorts, left Reincarnation Cottage, and headed for Reincarnation Plaza.
"The Shrouding the Heavens Merchant Association has new products again!"
"An auction this time? I came to browse anyway. Might as well enjoy the spectacle."
"Those damn veterans from the outer districts came to our newbie zone to snatch up stock?!"
"What the hell is wrong with you rookies?"
Starting about two weeks ago, someone had leaked word that cheap Dharma Artifacts and technological products could be found here. As a result, some Reincarnators from the previous era's districts had come here to stock up too.
These days, getting into the Shrouding the Heavens Merchant Association meant queuing or entering a lottery.
The industry butcher, the newbie-village savior, the one who drove mortality rates to zero, the target every merchant in the technology districts had banded together against: Newborn Home.
Yes. That