Worm of Time

A runaway Mud-Head Truck suddenly barreled toward the roadside, its tires screeching against the ground.

The young man, who had been playing on his phone, lifted his gaze from the screen and looked toward the sound.

Watching the massive thing rush at him, he parted his lips slightly, his wide eyes filled with terror.

"Bang!"

The world went dark.

Amon rubbed his head, looking somewhat confused.

This confusion quickly turned into realization. He had transmigrated—twice in a row...

But I was clearly the one driving. Why was it me?

The first time, he had transmigrated into one of Dual-God Amon's avatars and become a part of "Amon."

It had not been a simple replacement, but a fusion.

With the transmigrator's memories and personality taking the lead, he had fused with the fate of this "Amon" avatar. He had forgotten his former name and knew only that he was "Amon."

Transmigrator Amon had not remained in the Lord of the Mysteries World for long—only two short seconds—because neither the time nor place of his arrival had been friendly. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a vaguely blurred figure.

The figure wore a layered yet unadorned black gown, dotted with countless stars.

She was as enormous as a mountain range. From between her ribs and at her waist grew a pair of arms each, covered in short, pitch-black fur, yet she possessed a delicate, gentle face veiled by thin black gauze.

Majestic, beautiful, mysterious—and terrifying to the depths of one's soul.

The Evernight Goddess!

The moment he transmigrated, he had arrived in the very center of the battlefield in the Hornacis Mountains, where the Evernight Goddess and Dual-God Amon were fighting the War of Gods!

A massive scythe swept past him, and then... there was no then...

That was where his memories of the Lord of the Mysteries World ended.

Only then did transmigrator Amon realize what had happened. Mysterious Amon's Main Body had deliberately sent him into the Goddess's attack.

It was no wonder Amon's Main Body had made such a choice. An awareness awakening within someone else's body was an Ancient One's method!

Mysterious Amon had mistaken him for the awakening consciousness of the Celestial Worthy. During the War of Gods, he had no spare energy to verify it, and that had been the crucial moment when he and Klein were fighting over the position of Lord of the Mysteries.

So, he had sent him to the most dangerous place on the battlefield, where the powers were most chaotic, using the simplest and most brutal method to temporarily eliminate this potential threat.

He had not even dared to steal the thoughts of this abnormal avatar or conduct further tests.

For a moment, he had probably been scared out of his wits as well.

Transmigrator Amon pinched the socket of his right eye and sorted through the memories in his mind.

The transmigrator's memories formed the main body, while Amon's memories were few, containing only knowledge of how to use supernatural powers. Beyond that, there were also scattered fragments of memory from the body he currently occupied.

Soul Masters, Soul Beasts, Spirit Hall, the Heaven Dou Empire... This was the world of Douluo Continent.

This body was currently twelve years old, a thirteenth-level Soul Master living in Grace Village near Frostleaf City in the Northland Province of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Its martial soul had originally been a fat, bloated Green Worm. After Amon's soul took residence in it, the martial soul mutated into a translucent worm with twelve rings and the colors of a starry sky.

This was a Worm of Time that also possessed the traits of a Worm of Stars!

The original owner had been lucky. Though he was only a thirteenth-level commoner Soul Master, he possessed a hundred-year Spirit Ring and an External Soul Bone!

The Spirit Ring came from a two-hundred-year-old Stealing Monkey. Its soul skill concealed the outward manifestation of his Spirit Ring, producing neither light nor visual effects when activated, nor any Soul Power fluctuations.

After the martial soul mutated, the soul skill had changed somewhat as well, becoming similar to the ability granted by Sequence 9, Marauder, of the Bug pathway.

The altered soul skill gave Amon a permanent passive effect and an active effect.

Permanent passive effect: slightly increased agility, control over his own body, and Soul Power control. The enhancement would increase in tandem with his Soul Power Level.

When actively used, it could "steal" the manifestation of his own martial soul, Spirit Ring, and soul skills, rendering the martial soul and Spirit Ring undetectable. Others would only notice a soul skill after it left his body. The "manifestation" was stored in the Spirit Ring and could be "returned" to himself at the appropriate time, creating a grand spectacle to intimidate his opponent.

"Heh, it's quite compatible..." Amon chuckled.

Douluo's Spirit Ring system happened to correspond one-to-one with the nine sequences of the Lord of the Mysteries potion system. Amon felt he could use the abilities of each stage of the potion system as a reference when acquiring Spirit Rings in the future.

This body had left behind very few memories, most of them concerning the village.

Through these fragments, Amon could learn very little about the outside world.

However, Spirit Hall still existed, which meant the timeline was still within the first part of Douluo Continent. He felt it necessary to confirm exactly what point in time this was.

This was important. It concerned where he would stand in the future.

The creak of a door opening interrupted Amon's thoughts. He was somewhat puzzled. Who would visit the original owner at this hour? Dawn had only just broken!

Just as he was about to go downstairs and take a look, he stopped.

Something was wrong...

Entering someone else's home without knocking or obtaining the owner's permission was clearly not a friendly gesture.

Feeling waves of weakness emanating from his body, Amon's expression darkened.

The original owner had died last night. Before his death, he had drunk water that had been sitting out for a day and lost his life amid waves of agonizing pain in his abdomen.

And on the very next day after his death, someone had barged into the house early in the morning without knocking...

All signs pointed to the original owner's death not being an accident.

Realizing this, Amon did not dare move carelessly. He even softened his breathing, afraid of alerting the uninvited guest below.

Perhaps it was an aftereffect of dying and coming back to life, but his current condition was terrible. Less than a tenth of his Soul Power remained, and his body was so weak that he could not even clench his fist tightly.

Relying on the control over his body granted by his first Spirit Ring, he silently walked to the staircase, crouched down, and peered through the gaps in the stairs at the first floor.

An elderly, hunched man was holding a long-handled fork as he crept into the house. He wore a brown linen shirt, and his blue trousers did not fit properly, reaching only halfway down his calves. There was a hole at the tip of his right shoe, exposing two toes.

His hair was sparse, his face dotted with brown spots, and loose skin piled into furrows across his features. A fleshy tumor hung from his chin, making him look ferocious and terrifying in the dim light.

Amon recognized him at once. It was Old Quinn, the loiterer everyone in the village despised.

It was said that he had half a level of Innate Soul Power, so he had possessed at least a little talent as a Soul Master.

However, his family had been unable to afford supporting his cultivation. Thus, despite reaching such an advanced age, Quinn was merely a sixth-level Soul Scholar.

The original owner had had little interaction with Old Quinn. Their most recent exchange had been when Old Quinn asked to borrow money and was refused.

Short of money, of poor character, and breaking into the house at such a delicate time...

Amon felt that the matter was already obvious.

There was only one truth...

The murderer responsible for the original owner's death was Old Quinn!

The original owner had more than a dozen gold coins. Some had been inherited from his father, while others had been earned by himself.

For most villagers in Grace Village, more than a dozen gold coins was a substantial sum. Few families had savings that could reach such an amount.

Amon guessed that Old Quinn had likely been overcome by greed and entered the original owner's home to steal while he was away. But after failing to find the money, he guessed that the original owner carried the coins on him, so he poisoned the water.

After waiting through the night, he had come early the next morning to claim his spoils.

Old Quinn's Soul Power was low, and he was old and frail. His overall strength was roughly comparable to that of an ordinary adult man without Soul Power.

If Amon had been in perfect condition, he naturally would not have feared him.

Even if his martial soul was not suited to direct combat, even if he was only thirteenth level, a Soul Master's advantage over an ordinary person was nearly overwhelming.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs. To Amon in his current state, Old Quinn truly posed a considerable threat.