In the center of the dim hall, a body with severed limbs and a dagger plunged into its chest lay quietly on the floor. Blood slowly flowed from the wounds, and body temperature was gradually disappearing.
Suddenly, the completely cold fingertips trembled slightly.
...
【The Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture spiritual synchronization complete!】
【Time, Moon Wane Calendar Year 427. Forging Nation, Tian Feng Year 14. Lun Que Province, Chao Prefecture, Huang Shu Mountain, Da Gou Village.】
【User Identity: Craftsman of the mill at the east entrance of Da Gou Village. Tofu Li, Li Shouyi. Property: One donkey. Cultivation Aptitude: Low. Spirit Root: None.】
【The Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture authenticity 100%, starting from scratch, Soul Transmigration, real-life sandbox game of Otherworld Cultivation. This game combines Body Seizure Rebirth, Seeking Immortals and Asking the Dao, Otherworld Exploration, Real-Scene Tourism, Gourmet Experience, Enjoying Life, Spy Research, Wilderness Survival, Promotion and Fortune... in one, with 100% freedom. Please explore the mysteries of the Immortal Dao world yourself and synchronize with the backend server in time.】
【Now activating the digitized Soul Firewall program.】
【Game Sprite activated: "One life to clear, helping you live a wonderful second life!"】
【Basic Task 1: As soon as possible, search for immortal destiny, absorb spiritual energy resources, activate the Spirit Root shaping function, and embark on the path of cultivation.】
【Warm Reminder: There are thousands of ways to cultivate the Dao, safety is the most important. You only have one life, please pay attention to disguise. Based on intelligence feedback uploaded by multiple users before death, absolutely do not display abnormal behavior that arouses the suspicion of nearby natives and causes you to be beaten to death as someone possessed by evil.】
Drip——! Drip——!
【Warning! Warning! Detecting unknown polluted energy invading and cracking the Soul Firewall, self-contained energy is about to run out, please handle it immediately!!】
...
Continuous prompt sounds rang in his mind, awakening his sleeping Soul. Chaotic memory fragments flashed back and surged wildly, stirring thoughts into a jumble.
The stuffy and noisy street-side night market, the sounds of pedestrians talking and car horns blared together. Red taillights flashed non-stop, and the air was filled with the smell of cumin barbecue and spicy crayfish.
Inside the dimly lit factory with rising steam, old dilapidated steam machinery emitted deafening roars, and workers in simple clothes with vacant eyes numbly pulled products from the machines.
Transcending the concepts of time and space, the starry Universe stretched into colorful abstract lines, rapidly receding and flying past his eyes. Time and space lost meaning at this moment, and everything became indescribable.
An ordinary living room, a 40-inch TV played a martial arts movie from over ten years ago. A tabby cat lightly jumped onto the coffee table, lowering its head to gently lick its paws.
Sci-fi shaped flying vehicles were densely packed in the sky like a swarm of bees, rapidly shuttling between steel buildings that reached the sky in a space-epic-like city.
A foul odor permeated the brick-paved sewer, the kerosene lamp swayed violently, and rapid breathing sounds rang in his ears. In the darkness, two figures wielded nets and steel forks, hunting a screaming, fleeing green-skinned dwarf monster.
Fingers constantly swiped across the screen, refreshing video after video of energetic and sexy Misses dancing. Big data, remember me.
An octopus girl with a charming face, enchanting figure, sky-blue skin, and eight thick tentacles covered in suckers on her lower body, was passionately wrapping and binding herself around him, tightening the grip until he was almost suffocated.
In a dilapidated warehouse, amidst fervent shouts, a burly man with bandaged fists, fine scales on his cheeks, and vertical pupils revealed a bloodthirsty smile and swung a hook punch towards him with force.
Massive, jumbled memory fragments played continuously, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion. Before he could comprehend all this, the images stopped abruptly. His thoughts were suddenly overwhelmed by the urgent buzzing alarm sound.
Drip——! ——!
【Warning! Detecting unknown polluted energy invading and cracking the Soul Firewall, please handle it immediately! Otherwise, irreversible consequences will occur... Everything... will be borne by...】
The chaotic memories began to settle, consciousness regained dominance, and Yuan Zhu awoke from his coma.
Cold, trembling.
Who am I? Where am I? Who is Yuan Zhu? Huh... Is it me? But my surname shouldn't be Su... What was it again? Who is Li Shouyi? Chao Prefecture, Lun Que Province, Forging Nation... What are these places? Why do I have no impression at all?
As he recalled and questioned himself, his paralyzed thinking ability was reorganized. Yuan Zhu quickly recalled the information about this current body:
Yuan Zhu, 18 years old, high school dropout, orphan, has a half-brother. Legal resident of Run Ning City, part-time employee of Fire Tooth Cleaning Company. Although he didn't quite understand, he was sure he had nothing to do with someone named Li Shouyi from Da Gou Village.
So, what exactly is this Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture hallucination?
As for the information before Transmigration, the harder he tried to recall, the more blurred it became. After struggling to search for a long time, he could only remember useless information like Earth, nine-year compulsory education, graduating from university and accidentally joining a veterinary medicine company to become a wage slave...
The more the content was related to himself, the more unclear it became.
He tried his best to retrieve memories, only remembering that his surname was possibly 'Su'? As for the name, was it Su Shi, Su Xun, or Su Zhe? No, he got the knowledge points mixed up, those three were from the Song Dynasty, and I am... Hiss, my head hurts! Can't keep thinking.
【Warning! Warning!】
The warning sound rang in his mind again, reawakening Yuan Zhu and forcing him to give up reminiscing about his previous life and instead focus his energy on the present.
As his senses gradually returned to his body, he felt coldness, weakness, fatigue, intense pain, and a sense of suffocation.
His body felt like it was experiencing sleep paralysis, unable to move an inch. His whole body was weak as if paralyzed, lying on the wet and cold floor, completely soaked, his breathing weak and labored, feeling like he could suffocate and die at any moment. Even slightly trembling a finger was extremely difficult.
Because of his extreme weakness, his sense of touch was instead magnified to an astonishing degree.
He clearly felt a pool of cold liquid between his body and the floor seeping through his clothes and taking away his body temperature, and his nostrils smelled waves of blood. Combined with the faintly aching wrists and chest, was he cut at the wrists? Was a knife also plunged into his chest? And was he arranged in a suffering pose with his arms spread out on the floor?
What kind of deep hatred is this?
His eyes were covered, so he could only hear but not see. Low, inexplicable chanting continued from all around, a dense crowd of people.
So, this wasn't a simple murder case, but rather some kind of dark underground sacrificial activity. He was passively reduced to the main character of the event, getting a C-position funeral, then dying and coming back to life, only to be on the verge of dying again from weakness due to excessive blood loss...
What about the promised one life to clear, helping me live a wonderful second life? Where is the System? Where is the cheat? Where is the Game Sprite? Are you dead? Come out and get to work!
Unfamiliar sounds of sacrificial prayers continuously entered his ears. As the memories of this body emerged, he easily understood these languages.
"Nameless main god of the Corpse Moon, I have presented the offering, please bestow your grace and blessing... grant me youthful beauty."
"Forest Sprite of the North... a fresh and strong virgin body... offered..."
"Nameless Lord of the mists... thirteen hearts... to escape this bankruptcy crisis..."
"Golden King who wanders dreams... I will offer gems and gold worth 100,000, please refill my body with vitality."
The noisy sacrificial prayers were incessant. Yuan Zhu couldn't understand why this group of people was simultaneously begging so many deities? Could it be that this body of mine is priceless, hiding a great secret, worthy of multiple deities descending at the same time to divide it up?
When the prayer of that rich person who wanted to add an extra 100,000 rang out, the unknown polluted power impacting the Soul Firewall instantly became more than 10 times more violent, and his brain was once again submerged by piercing warning sounds.
【Warning! Warning! Soul Firewall breached, The Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture database is being tampered with by unknown pollution, user security protocol invalid... Forced activation... Failed... Insufficient energy, please replenish spiritual energy resources as soon as possible. Restart, failed...】
The noise in his brain was suppressed by the mysterious power, the sound intermittent and increasingly weak.
That mysterious power from outside (polluted energy?) also used the blood on the ground as a guide, pouring into his limbs and chest along the wounds, injecting vitality into his body and driving away the feeling of weakness. The pain began to subside, and a coolness that permeated his Soul followed.
Like drinking a bottle of ice-cold cola in a hot desert, refreshing!
A mysterious smile appeared on the face of the dead body, and Yuan Zhu felt a long-lost comfort. Even his breathing became strong and powerful, able to take deep breaths.
The feeling of breathing freely, it's really comfortable!
However, the good times didn't last long. Just a few seconds after feeling refreshed, he heard that unique sharp buzzing in his brain again. The Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture came back to life for the second time, then occupied his entire mind.
【Warning! Warning! Pollution is increasing rapidly, cultivation data is severely lost... Detecting unknown energy invading the host's body and spirit, causing irreversible distortion! Pollution progress 2.3%↑】
【Detecting user is unable to actively initiate self-rescue, emergency avoidance mode has been activated.】
【Unable to analyze and compare unknown polluted energy attributes. Unable to obtain spiritual energy resources. Unable to load matching Spirit Root for utilization, Soul... pollution intensifying... 7.5%↑】
Wave after wave of alarmist threatening information intensely flooded the spiritual channel, but what could Yuan Zhu do in his corpse-like state? At this moment, he only felt silky coolness and his continuously recovering physical strength.
Pollution? Erosion? Distortion?
Completely non-existent, can't feel it at all! I feel great right now.
Also, Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture, didn't you fail to start and shut down automatically? Why are you jumping out again, and your volume is a notch louder than before!
Yuan Zhu's physical strength continued to recover, and he felt comfortable and pleasant in body and mind, as if undergoing a deep massage, feeling incredibly refreshed. As for the so-called Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture, he only found it noisy and annoying, and didn't want to pay attention.
But he wasn't stupid. After being forced to read the series of warning messages, he also fell into suspicion. What if?
What if he was really subjected to some kind of pollution? The feeling of comfort might just be its numbness and disguise. Unfortunately, lacking reference information, it was difficult to judge for a while.
Although this unknown energy entering his body brought pleasure and strength, he was indeed in a state of 'suspected sacrifice'...
Could it be that an evil god truly descended upon this body, deceived his perception, and was frantically giving him a rescue-style massage, providing false pleasure, while the real purpose was to secretly pickle him thoroughly?
Unfortunately, he didn't even have a choice. He could only let his thoughts run wild in his mind, unable to make any changes, and could only silently endure.