Transmigrating to the Primordial Wilderness, System Appears

Not long after heaven and earth first opened.

A primordial wilderness, still shrouded in chaos.

I fell to the ground, my knees hitting it hard and hurting. My body felt pinned down, struggling to move even an inch. The air had a pungent smell, making it difficult to breathe. The sky above was a hazy gray, with no sun or moon. Many cracks had opened up in the ground, and some places were still emitting black smoke. The wind was strong, whipping small stones and dirt clods against my face, stinging like fire.

I am Ye Chen, just over twenty years old. I used to work in the city, living an ordinary life. That night, I was working overtime and heading home. As I walked along the street, my vision suddenly went black. The next thing I knew, I was here.

I was still wearing the same gray jacket, my pants covered in mud. I dug my fingers into a crack in the rocks, just to keep from being blown away by the wind. The moment I landed, I felt like all my bones were about to shatter. A hundred times the normal gravity pressed down on me, nearly forcing me to my knees. My limbs were trembling now, cold sweat trickling down my forehead and into my eyes, stinging them.

My left arm was cut by a flying shard of rock. The blood had already clotted into a scab. I didn't dare touch it, afraid it would affect my balance. I lay on the ground, trying to stay as close to the surface as possible. All I could hear was a howling sound, like countless beasts roaring. Something was wrong with the air currents; it wasn't just the wind or airflow, but an invisible pressure, washing over me wave after wave.

I gritted my teeth and held on, my mind racing.

This wasn't Earth.

No signal towers, no buildings, no roads.

Not even any plants. Only bare rocks and cracks.

The oxygen was thin, my heart rate quickened, my lungs felt constricted.

I tried to stand up, but as soon as I lifted a leg, a force knocked me back down. On my second attempt, I grabbed a protruding rock with my right hand and slowly pulled myself up. But before I could straighten, a gust of air swept past, slamming me back to the ground. My lip hit a rock, and I tasted blood in my mouth.

I couldn't keep this up.

I had to stabilize myself.

I lay flat, spreading my arms, my fingers digging deep into the rock crevices. My legs were spread apart, pressing against the ground. I adjusted my posture bit by bit, lowering my center of gravity. The wind whipped my hair around, obscuring my vision, but I didn't care. As long as I didn't move, I wouldn't be easily swept away.

My breathing was too rapid, making me dizzy. I forced myself to slow down, taking deep breaths, holding them for half a second before exhaling. After repeating this seven times, my heart rate stabilized slightly. My consciousness cleared a little.

I couldn't stay here for long.

But for now, I couldn't move.

Cultivation? None. Spiritual energy? I couldn't sense any.

My body was just like before, that of an ordinary person.

Here, I was like facing a storm with my bare hands.

My vision began to blur. My ears were ringing. My stamina was draining too quickly. I knew that if I continued like this, I wouldn't last an hour. I'd dehydrate, suffocate, or be torn apart by the turbulent currents. No one would save me, and no one would know I was here.

I thought of my parents, my friends, and that blind date I hadn't managed to go on yet.

I let out a small laugh.

How absurd.

I hadn't been in a relationship before turning thirty, and now I'd transmigrated to a place like this to die?

My eyelids grew heavier.

My grip weakened.

My knuckles went numb, and I could no longer hold onto the rock.

The wind grew stronger, shaking the entire rock formation.

Just as my consciousness was about to fade--

"Ding! The Quiz Answering System has been bound to the host."

The voice appeared directly in my mind, clear, cold, and devoid of emotion.

I jolted, almost losing my grip.

It wasn't a hallucination.

The voice spoke again.

The same words.

"This System will issue questions based on the developmental progress of the Primordial Wilderness. Correct answers will be rewarded, and incorrect answers will be punished. The first question has not yet been issued."

Primordial Wilderness?

System?

Quizzes?

I froze for a few seconds, then suddenly realized something.

A chance to survive!

Just moments ago, I thought I was done for, but now my mind cleared instantly. I stopped dwelling on useless emotions and focused my thoughts, asking mentally, "Are you real?"

There was no response.

I asked again, "Can you hear me?"

"Host communication confirmed," the voice replied again. "System is operating normally."

I took a deep breath.

It was real.

This wasn't a dream.

It wasn't a dying delusion.

I'm still alive.

And I have something to rely on now.

Although I don't know exactly how this System operates, since it said there would be rewards for correct answers, it means there's a chance to get stronger. As long as I can improve my strength, I can survive. I can leave this place.

But I can't act rashly.

What if the first question is incredibly difficult?

What's the punishment if I get it wrong?

Will it damage my cultivation? Will it cost me my life?

I don't dare to gamble.

But I can't not gamble either.

The wind outside grew fiercer. A rock the size of a washbasin fell from the sky, landing five steps away and shattering into several pieces on impact. Fragments splashed onto my leg, stinging like fire. The ground trembled, and I could barely hold onto the rock I was gripping.

Time is running out.

I chanted in my mind:

Since I'm here, I can't just wait to die for nothing.

No matter what lies ahead, I have to give it a try.

I steadied my mind and asked the System again, "When will the next question be released?"

"It will be released soon."

As those two words fell, the surrounding air seemed to still for a moment.

I didn't flinch.

Nor did I hesitate.

I sat up cross-legged, leaning my back against the giant rock. My hands rested on my knees, and I looked up at the dim, gray sky ahead. My wounds were still bleeding, my clothes were soaked, and I was a mess. But my gaze didn't waver.

Bring it on.

Let me see how difficult this world is.

The wind swept past my ears, blowing my messy bangs. In the distance, a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the cracked earth. I sat in place, my back straight.

The voice in my mind spoke again--

"First question released."