Chapter 2 "Transmigration" - I've transmigrated to the wrong world!
The sky darkened, and a heavy rain was imminent.
"Ring ring~ Ring ring~" The school bell rang.
"Teacher Lan, are you going to class?" It was a female teacher who greeted her.
Lan Qingju adjusted his glasses. "Yes, Teacher Feng is on leave, so I'm covering for him for a class."
The female teacher nodded, watching the handsome and upright man leave. She sighed slightly. Teacher Lan was good-tempered and polite, but that was all she was good at. She always adhered to etiquette and never overstepped the bounds.
Lan Qingju walked into the classroom as he heard the sound of reading aloud. He put his lesson plan on the lectern, picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote the seven characters "Dreaming of Visiting Tianmu Mountain" on the blackboard.
"Alright, students, we're going to start a new lesson today. That's enough for the pre-lesson reading." He turned around and gestured for everyone to stop reading.
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"The clouds are dark and threatening rain, the water is still and misty."
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, hills and mountains crumbled.
The stone gate to the grotto suddenly swung open. ①
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In a hazy state, Lan Qingju heard the sound of poetry being recited slowly and deliberately. Who was it?
My thoughts paused; it seemed to be his.
Wait, wasn't he teaching his students? What happened?
Did she faint?
Lan Qingju slowly opened his eyes. Sunlight filtered through the layers of branches, revealing only a sliver of light. Drops of light fell, refracting into dazzling rainbows.
Lan Qing sat up and looked at his hands. It didn't seem like his hands. Although his hands were white, there were still some small scars on them, and calluses on his fingertips from writing.
He grabbed a handful of soil; it was damp and cold, and he could smell the earthy odor of the soil. This couldn't be a dream.
Thinking about it jokingly, he was certain that he hadn't had time to eat the mushrooms he bought yesterday, so the current situation was quite intriguing.
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[Ding! "Conquest System" successfully bound. Host, let's begin our conquest!]
This is a chaotic era, with nations divided and fragmented, and society in ruins. It is an era where anyone can claim the title of king, but none of them are as illusory as you, my king. They are destined to be like fireflies, unable to rival your brilliance, like the sun and moon.
Blood and bones, war and fire, pave your path to supremacy. They will lift you to a high platform, and all living beings will prostrate themselves before you. You will be crowned king, ascend the throne as emperor, and your name will be remembered for eternity. Even from the mechanical voice, one can hear his impassioned fervor.
Lan Qingju wasn't particularly surprised; who hasn't had dreams when they were young and naive? The only bad thing was that he didn't really like this dream.
It sounds like a lot of trouble. He's just an ordinary high school Chinese teacher. Why go to him?
"Can I go back?" He was genuinely not interested at all. He felt that an ordinary, mundane life was perfectly fine, and that a dramatic, eventful life was simply not suitable for him.
[Ding! System error, system error, spatial redirection error. Please have the "Conquest System" resolve the error as soon as possible.]
[Ding~ Sizzle... Sizzle... Unknown space, unstable system connection... Sizzle... "Conquest... Sizzle... System", please hang in there...]
These two sentences clearly refer not only to the "Conquest System" but also to the newly bound host, Lan Qingju.
In that instant, the air was eerily silent.
[Wow~] The "Conquest System," which was just giving a passionate speech, burst into tears.
Lan Qingju rubbed his temples helplessly. It seemed that he already knew the outcome. The system was too busy to help him.
Fortunately, he had no parents, no wife, no children, and his friends were just casual acquaintances, so it didn't matter where he lived... Damn! Hypnosis didn't work anymore. His newly bought house, his newly purchased car, his newly appointed grade head... all gone, all gone.
He was dumped in some inexplicable place, and the thing that brought him there was also an unreliable contraption.
It's horrible to think about, it's despairing, I might as well just die.
"I didn't even cry, why are you crying?" He was so downcast. The fact that he could keep his emotions from collapsing at this moment already showed his mental strength. What more could he want?
The "Conquest System's" sobs abruptly ceased. [Host, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'm so useless. But don't worry, it won't be long before a senior system comes to our rescue.]
Lan Qingju didn't know whether the system was telling the truth or not. Judging from the system, what it said was not very reliable, but he still relaxed a little. The most important thing was that he felt inexplicably calm, strangely calm, and even felt a strange sense of familiarity and intimacy with the system.
"Can you tell me what happened?" No matter how many thoughts he had in his mind, he couldn't show them on his face. He couldn't have complete control, but he also couldn't be in a completely passive position where he was the one asking for help.
[Host, you are dead. The chandelier fell right on your head, and your forehead hit the corner of the desk when you fell.] The system explained, [Because the compatibility between your soul and mine is as high as 99%, I bound myself to you after your death. If the mission is successful, you can make your own wishes. As long as they are reasonable, they can be granted. But you must remember one thing: death is a given fact and cannot be reversed. If you want to return to Earth, you must do so with a completely new identity.]
Lan Qingju remained silent. As the system recounted the events, he recalled the chaos and turmoil, the glaring blood, the rapid loss of body temperature—everything had happened so suddenly. How terrified his students must have been? However, preoccupied with his own survival, he was powerless to worry about such matters. He blinked, suppressing the turmoil within him, refusing to let himself become overly immersed in despair. The current situation was what he needed to focus on. "What is the mission? Given our predicament, is there any need to complete the mission?" Although… but… what if…?
Actually, the binding of this system is quite complicated. It's even more speechless than recalling one's own death. How could a high school Chinese teacher who is powerless to kill a chicken have a 99% compatibility with the "Domination System"? Isn't this a joke?
"Our mission, judging from my system name, isn't it simple and straightforward?" the system replied. "Host, the mission progress bar is lit up, so our mission still needs to be completed. Host, let's just focus on the mission. The Dimensional Management Bureau is very reliable; they definitely won't abandon us."
Lan Qingju, “…” This explanation is not too surprising (speechless.jpg). He is quite good at playing with the system. He made this kind person who is always kind to others and never has conflicts with anyone to do the “conquest” business. Is he out of his mind?
Lan Qingju composed himself. Things had come to this point, what else could he do but move on? He wasn't particularly fixated on going back, because if he didn't return as his original self, everything he possessed and every trace he left behind would no longer be relevant to him, and the meaning of going back would be diminished.
"Where is this? What's the historical context? What's the social situation?" Whether we can go back is another matter. It's too early to think about whether it's even worthwhile. Let's worry more about practical things.
[Host, I've started scanning and analyzing, and it will take some time to get the results. However, I have a copy of the original owner's memories here. Would you like to take a look at them together?]
Lan Qingju didn't speak, he just nodded.
As he reviewed the memories, Lan Qingju's expression changed, becoming more cold and cautious.
He did indeed transmigrate into another person's body, and into a very "interesting" world.
This world can be summed up in just four words: chaos, confusion, decadence, survival of the fittest, and human life is worth less than grass.
What's interesting is that this is a world with magic and gods. To put it more simply, it's a Western fantasy world with swords and magic, elves and dragons, dwarves and goblins, and so on.
This continent is called Luomanjier, where various races live together. In addition to the species mentioned above, there are many other wondrous races, such as mermaids, beastmen, and demons... but they are all collectively referred to as magical races, distinct from the human race.
The situation on the human side is the most concerning. The continent of Luomanjier is vast, and no one can explore its boundaries. It seems boundless. If one were to actually explore it, one would only find vast expanses of mist, and no one who steps into the mist ever returns alive.
To get back to the point, what he wanted to express was that the continent was vast and the power dynamics were chaotic. On the human side alone, there were countless kingdoms. The four major empires that could be singled out were the most extensive and powerful, but they were all somewhat difficult to evaluate. Apart from the Sinclair Empire, the other three empires—whether it was the Karen Empire, which was mainly composed of mages and scholars; the Leroy Empire, which was mainly composed of adventurers; or the Campbell Empire, which was mainly composed of commerce—would be more like loosely organized large forces than empires if not for this particular era.
But after reading the original owner's memories, Lan Qingju understood a little about how this framework was formed.
Let me first let him rant: Original owner, could you be any more miserable? But now he's the epitome of misery, he doesn't even have the energy to cry, he's just too tired.
"System, where is the original body?" He really didn't want to take on this mess; it was more thrilling than dancing on a steel blade.
[The original owner of this body had already embarked on the path of reincarnation. I didn't even have time to discuss the terms with him before he ran away.]
Lan Qingju, "..." To be honest, if he had the chance, he would also like to run away.
"Wait a minute, how did the original owner die?"
The original owner's name was East Felix... a king of a small country, but a king whose country had just been crowned on the day it fell apart. A kind knight couldn't bear to see him like this and took him out of the chaotic country, leaving him in this godforsaken place. For East Felix at that time, this was more than enough. When he arrived here, the original owner was still alive and well. Is something wrong?
[I don't know. I was able to retain these memories of the original owner because I reacted quickly enough; otherwise, we'd both be completely clueless right now.]
Lan Qingju, “…” If Heaven really wanted to punish him, it should have just let him die a clean death. Why did it have to do this to him? He transmigrated to the wrong world and was given an unreliable system. Most importantly, this identity was too messed up. Didn’t they say before that the structure of those four empires was so strange?
This can be said to be directly related to the Felix family. Going back a thousand years, it was the most glorious era of the Felix family. Patrick Felix, this ruthless man, almost unified the entire continent of humanity and also subdued many other races. He was the well-deserved Emperor of Humanity.
Why did Felix fall to this state in just over a thousand years? This is also related to that great emperor. It seems that something happened during his reign (it has not been passed down and no one knows), which caused the entire Felix to be rejected by all the gods. The emperor died soon after, and the empire was subsequently fragmented. The four main empires came about in roughly this way.
Besides the above, the birth of Felix's bloodline has become difficult, even for those with thin bloodlines. No matter how many lovers there are, there can only be two Felixes in each generation. Moreover, children with Felix's bloodline cannot awaken magical talent. To this day, it can be said that only the original owner of this body remains with Felix's bloodline.
Well, it's not easy for them to have survived this long.
Lan Qingju found it hard to describe his feelings. His country was destroyed, his family was gone, and he was all alone. It seemed that whether in his past life or this life, he had no family ties.
Lan Qingju collected his thoughts and asked the system, "Do you think there's any chance I can complete the mission given my current state?"
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the beginning was a catastrophe. No matter what the reason, it's true that he was rejected by the gods, and not just one god. Even though the connection between gods and humans has weakened a lot compared to before, they haven't all perished. Miracles can still be heard of on the continent from time to time. Isn't the most obvious problem with him?
He wanted to develop, but aside from the gods, the humans on the continent weren't just sitting idly by; there would be too many constraints.
He was in a situation where he had no strength, no money, no manpower, and no land. How could he possibly compete?
[Host, it's all my fault. We should have gone to the ancient East. Your literary skills would have been very helpful, and I could have used cheat codes to quickly complete the conquest mission. But now... Waaah~] The system started crying as it spoke. It should have been a mechanical voice devoid of emotion, but it cried so sincerely.
"Stop crying. Tell me, what use are you?" Lan Qingju interrupted the system's sobbing. Putting aside how much of the system's words were exaggerated, he was a very self-aware person and not one to embellish his reputation. Besides, this system was a bit too naive. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't properly probe its background.
[Sorry, host, I seem to be completely useless. The system shop cannot be opened, and various cheats cannot be activated.]
Lan Qingju choked back a breath, closed his eyes, and lay back down on the ground. "Just let me die like this." His eyes were empty, and his tone was lifeless.
[Host...wait, wait, I've got it! There's another way, albeit a last resort!] the system exclaimed excitedly.
"Tell me." Lan Qingju was still listless, concealing the thoughts in his eyes. Sure enough, no matter what species it is, it only works when it is pushed. Humans are like this, and the system is no exception.
[Host, you're probably familiar with "holographic online games," right?]
"Continue." Lan Qingju was no stranger to "holographic online games." He knew about this world-shaking event, no matter how out of touch he was. Two or three years ago in his original world, a genius with extraordinary talent appeared. He was said to be extraordinary because he developed the first "holographic online game." However, in order to protect that genius, there was basically no information about him on the internet.
He had also tried playing "holographic online games." At first, it was very novel, but after playing for a couple of days, he got bored (it was very realistic, but also very fake). Maybe this was just his personal opinion, because every time he went online, he could see a large number of players who were struggling with "holographic online games." When the system mentioned this... his heart skipped a beat. Could it be what he was thinking?
Here's the situation: Although we've arrived in an unknown world, your soul still retains a trace of your original world. I can use this trace to reach your original world, but it's too faint. I need to find a way to deepen it. Once deepened, I can pull the souls of humans from that world over. After system conversion, they will become undead, like players in a game world.
[During this time, there's a chance I might attract the attention of the senior system, allowing me to contact the Dimensional Management Bureau, which would save us.]
A term popped into Lan Qingju's mind: "Fourth Calamity." Then another question arose: "Since you can go back, can't you contact your superiors directly?"
The system stammered for a moment, then gritted its teeth and said, "[I'm bound to the host; those who can access it are essentially subsystems, and the functions that shouldn't be there are still missing.]"
Lan Qingju, “…” Fine, he overestimated the system.
"How to deepen the mark?" Whether this method will work or not is another matter, but at least it will give him something to look forward to, right?
To deepen your brand recognition, you need to let more people know you, understand you, and have a clear perception of you as a person. Only when your brand recognition reaches a certain level can you start recruiting others, but the timeframe is uncertain.
Lan Qingju sat up and leaned against a nearby tree to stand up. "Can you access the network? Let's promote it as a full-immersion online game. I remember there are NPCs in the game, you know what I mean?"
[Understood, host. I will depart now.]
"Keep going, we need to get out of here first." The forest is unsafe at night, it might be teeming with all sorts of monsters. He doesn't want to die so soon. He's already transmigrated and been reborn, why would he want to throw his life away so early? That would be incredibly pointless.
No problem, I'll show you the way.
Lan Qingju said, "Thank you." The system was a bit stupid, but it really had no complaints about him. He would just take it one step at a time. He would do as many tasks as he could, but there was nothing he could do if he couldn't (shrug.jpg).
A note from the author:
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Um... The setting where the protagonist travels is fictional, and the setting on Earth is also fictional. There are also some other settings that will be added later.
Felix is a transliteration of the phoenix or immortal bird, and East means the East.
Sansette means sunset glow, and Arepa is a Spanish word used to describe the red or rose-colored phenomenon that occurs at sunrise and sunset. In many cultures, Arepa is considered a beautiful and mysterious phenomenon. In Spanish-speaking cultures, it is often seen as a symbol of love and romance, and also as a harbinger of good fortune.
I used it because I thought it sounded nice and the meaning was appropriate. The transliteration is probably not very accurate, so don't take it too seriously [droopy-eared rabbit head].
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