My name was He Xiaomeng. He, as in "Where in the world is there no fragrant grass?" Xia, as in "Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly." Meng, as in "Flying blossoms veil the sun and moon."
I was twenty-five that year. I did not smoke, drank only occasionally, and my daily routine was far from regular. The weight of life bore down on me, making it impossible to keep a regular schedule even if I wanted to. There was no mine at home, after all. I could only barely scrape by through odd jobs.
My father had been an engineer in the Soviet Union. When that great red nation collapsed, he fled to China. In this small Jiangnan city, he met the woman he was destined to be with, and they settled down here.
My parents had died in an accident two years ago, leaving behind nothing but an empty house.
"I" mortgaged the house and took out a loan to buy a heavy truck. I registered it under Su Freight Company and made money hauling cargo and taking delivery jobs.
In truth, I had stopped being "me" a year ago. The one controlling this body now was a soul from beyond the world.
Let me introduce myself again. My name was Amon, an avatar of Amon, an outer Evil God. I possessed his memories from before he transmigrated to the Lord of the Mysteries World. I also knew that the Main Body had visited the universes of Douluo and Battle Through the Heavens, though my memories of those two worlds were hazy.
So, broadly speaking, I could be considered a transmigrator who had just arrived in Lord of the Mysteries World, only to immediately transmigrate again into Dragon Raja.
The Main Body had given no clear instructions regarding my