1 Chapter 1 Half Monster Zong Shou (1/2)
Chapter One: Half-Monster Zong Shou
”I probably really time-traveled---”
Within the exquisitely decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked at the circular mirror in front of him expressionlessly.
The image in the mirror was obviously an underage teen. He was around thirteen years old, and his face was ashen white. However, his five basic features formed a rarely seen excellence; he was breathtakingly handsome.
He had a pair of almond-shaped eyes like a Phoenix, glowing brightly with many colors. At this moment, those eyes were filled with bitterness and helplessness.
Not long ago, he still had a normal and common face, the type that one would not be seen if thrown into a crowd. He was working as the manager of a library in one of the small countries of the Cloud World, sitting around and waiting for his turn to die. His identity could not be any more normal.
However, after he woke up from a dream, he found that his body had become one of utmost handsomeness. Although it was sickly and weak, it was undoubtedly top-class in terms of looks. Even in his last life, those famous male celebrities were far from this level. If he had to point out a lacking aspect, it would be his temperament.
But at this moment Zhou Shou did not feel any happiness or delight; he only felt worried and uncertain.
He was like a fish swimming freely and living however it wanted in the ocean, suddenly arriving on land.
Everything around him, apart from feeling unfamiliar, suffocating, and filled with surprises, gave him a sense of fear and loneliness.
Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his skin hard, and felt a sharp pain instantly. Naturally, he did not find any scars on his face from plastic surgery.
”I feel pain, so I shouldn't be in a dream, right? But what is my identity now? And where the heck am I?”
'Zong Shou' was the name in the memory of his current body. In his last life, he had another name, but living in the present and in this place, that previous name no longer held any meaning to him.
He muttered a few sentences to himself before sighing and turning away his line of sight. His chest was bloated with a feeling of despair, and he had totally given up hope of waking up from the dream or returning to where he came from.
Actually, many days had passed since he appeared in this body. Pretty much every time he woke up, he would repeat the previous series of actions. Today was already the seventh day.
Looking at the decoration style of the carriage, it seemed to be from the ancient times… but also didn't.
Opening up the blinds and looking outside, he was faced with endless wild plains, green and brimming with life, making one's heart feel comfortable and relaxed. The air was refreshing, totally different from the polluted environment of his era.
If one looked down, one would realize that although this horse carriage had wheels, it was hanging in mid-air three inches above the ground. The horned horses at the front, sixteen in all, were stepping on the air, proceeding forward with an up and down motion.
As a result, although the carriage was big - in fact, just the carriage alone was forty square meters - they were able to travel over any terrain like it was flat land, regardless of how complicated the geography was.
At the current moment, there was no one driving the carriage, so it rushed forwards in a straight line into the distance.
On both sides of the carriage were some knife cuts and blade marks, if one paid close attention to it.
Zong Shou felt a little dizzy as he sat weakly on the soft, swan-feather-padded mattress.
The horses were tamed elite beasts, and the carriage was a Cloud Crossing Carriage. According to his knowledge, these two items only appeared twelve thousand years ago in the Cloud World, and they should have been really old antiques.
With a slight thought, he recalled a series of memories appeared.
They were all broken fragments and incomplete parts. Among them were some words and many faces. Suddenly, they were cultivating; suddenly, they were studying. Witnessing life and death battles, seeing people flying through and tunneling into the ground. There was also a giant mountain protruding into the clouds, and an unimaginably huge school that occupied half of an island within a lake.
It all felt strange yet familiar to him; he also felt a slight tinge of fear. These types of feelings were extremely complicated and weird.
Lastly, the only perfectly kept series of memories were located in the deepest parts of his brain. There were numerous magical words, which combined together to form a complete book.
He was really familiar with these words, and one could even say that he knew them like the back of his hand. When he was a student, he had studied them a lot, and he had even written a thesis specifically on this topic.
”Indefinite Spirit Emperor Art, such devilish words still exist. Is this place ten thousand-odd years ago, where martial cultivators and spirit masters prospered? These features in my memory shouldn't be wrong…”
Thinking about the chants those spirit masters pulled off every day in the bits and pieces of memory he had of the school, as well as all sorts of spiritual energy, the corner of his lips could not help but twitch. However, his face still remained in a daze.
It wasn't that he had never seen similar scenes before, but they were all in games!
The Cloud World in the future prohibited fighting. With the spiritual energy in the land drying up, only some special regions known as Shrines had thicker energy. Cultivation started to fall behind. With the appearance of various machines, technology started to rise up.
However, the people of the Cloud World still inherited the genes of their ancestors, to continue to strive to become stronger, to fight against Heaven and Earth.
Unable to cultivate normally, they could only make up for that in the virtual game worlds.
The most famous one was a virtual reality MMORPG known as God Emperor. It was said that they had hired all the famous martial artists of the era and hundreds of historians. They were able to recreate the era of thirteen thousand years ago. It was the time before the God Emperor descended, where heroes and legends were common. Martial arts and chanting cultivation methods proceeded as a part of daily life, and everything was exceedingly close to reality.