Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Chapter 1 My Revival (1/2)
Chapter 1: Chapter 1 My Revival
Consciousness was submerged in a chaotic darkness, sightless and deaf, feeling only a muddy confusion, with almost no retrievable fragments in the blurry shards of memory.
Who am I?
Karl.
A soul in a shattered state.
Gradually, Karl began to recall that he used to be not Karl, but “Shen Ling,” from a completely different world.
Am I a transmigrator?
In the endless darkness, Karl, as a fragmented soul, gradually remembered his past life.
He had just graduated from a key university not long ago, held a job in business sales, and ran around every day for a living, talking big, until one night after work he was forcibly escorted on his way by a client who had finished drinking.
Memory about his past life halted there; it seemed he truly had been sent on his way by the client.
Karl realized his current predicament was extremely bleak; the only memories he could recall were just a small part, and in the deepest part of his soul, there were ten distinctly different and exceedingly heavy “things” suppressing his memories.
A deep subconscious recognition was that they should be “seals” from different beings, as if unlocking the seals would restore more memories.
Initially, he wandered in the dark for a long time, not knowing how to change the situation, until he accidentally absorbed a trace of faint Spiritual Power into his body, which showed signs of restoring his soul.
The least heavy of the ten seals finally showed signs of loosening.
Karl greedily and frantically absorbed the source of this Spiritual Power, continuously restoring and strengthening his soul.
As the power was drawn, his senses gradually returned, and he noticed the source of the Spiritual Power was a completely transparent glass bottle.
Subconscious cognition told him it was a “Mysterious rare artifact” of extraordinary nature, and the Spiritual Power contained within was just what Karl needed to replenish his soul.
Suddenly, it was as if he had walked out of the dark, lightless world and could finally “see” the things around him.
An old, dilapidated wooden hut, damp, with only two wooden plank beds on either side, covered with straw mats, the room narrow, all sorts of items still arranged neatly and orderly.
The transparent bottle containing Karl’s soul was on one of the plank beds, the transparent glass bottle only slightly larger than a palm, unremarkable, placed next to some old clothes with a faint smell, washed bowls, spoons, and other miscellaneous items.
Looking out from the open door of the wooden hut, the night sky was visible, with sparse constellations, the air very fresh, and two moons hanging high in the star-studded night sky were distinctly visible.
One crimson, the other pure and bright.