(Opening note: This gamer guy is not the protagonist, so don't project onto him. Some readers said they identified with this unlucky gamer in the prologue and lost interest when he died—I was stunned... This isn't a transmigration story; the main character is a native of the otherworld. Please start projecting from Chapter 1—this poor soul-transmigrating dude is just an extra...)
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The Happiest Transmigrator in History, the most popular virtual reality online game in the year 2XXX. Don't be fooled by the slightly tacky name—it dominated nearly the entire gaming market the moment it launched. Cutting-edge technology created this "second life" stage for people.
Inside the game, in a gloomy cave, a player held a skill book and laughed wildly at the sky.
"I curse your lungs! Equipment Strengthening Technique! Wahahaha! I'm rich... I'm rich!"
He laughed nonstop for a full five or six minutes, nearly choking himself, before finally stopping. His whole body still trembled uncontrollably as he greedily stared at the skill book in his hands, ready to use it immediately and learn this skill that would skyrocket him to success.
"Huh? What's going on?" But just then, the surroundings suddenly began to distort like a TV signal with poor reception, flickering erratically. "A power outage? No, even if that happened, there are backup generators. Could it be a game system malfunction?"
As he debated whether to log out temporarily, the scenery around him seemed to reach its limit—it shattered violently! Yes, shattered, like a mirror smashed to pieces, breaking into fragments that then fractured further into tiny points of light before vanishing completely!
The sudden change stunned him for a long time. When he snapped out of it, he found himself plummeting downward uncontrollably.
Chaos surrounded him, filled with multicolored lights. The distinct sensation of falling reminded him he was accelerating downward.
Fear gripped him in this unknown situation. He shouted frantically into the game controller on his left wrist: "Log out! Log out! Force quit! I curse your lungs! Why can't I log out?!"
Finally, he gave up trying to quit and began examining his surroundings with trembling dread. But all he saw were streams of light in every hue, revealing nothing concrete.
"Where am I falling to?! I'm just in a virtual game! If I keep falling like this, where will I end up?" Suddenly, he jolted, his body shaking violently. "Could it be... could it be... I'm transmigrating?! My body's still in the game pod, but my soul is crossing over?!"
As if answering his guess, the lower part of this colorful space gradually shifted to a grayish-white chaos. Faintly, through the mist, he could see blurred scenery flickering below—what looked like a street with people walking on it.
"Holy crap! Am I really transmigrating?" After a stunned pause, he burst into laughter again. "Wahahaha... I'm transmigrating! All that studying history, delving into science, researching transmigration records paid off... I know astronomy up high, geography down low, papermaking, metallurgy, architecture—every transmigration skill mastered flawlessly... Wakaka! The world! Beauties! Here I come..."
"Huh? What's wrong? Hey hey... no way?!"
His triumphant laughter cut off abruptly, turning into a scream of terror. He realized that as he got closer to the gray mist below, he felt increasingly worse—a sensation of suffocation—and countless crack-like lines began writhing around him.
When one crack brushed past his shoulder, a chunk of it vanished instantly!
It was as if erased by a rubber, the middle part disappearing completely, while a small "shoulder" fragment broke off and dissolved into black mist.
What made it more despairing was that the cracks multiplied around him, like a school of piranhas, endlessly devouring his body... or rather, his soul!
The joy of "transmigration" was replaced by the terror of death.
"Don't play me like this, man? Hey..."
A crack sliced through, and his entire right leg detached from his body, dissolving into black mist.
"What's happening?! The books never said transmigration would be like this..."
His right arm was severed at the middle. The Equipment Strengthening Technique, still tightly gripped in his right hand, floated away into the space.
As he drew nearer to the "world" below, the cracks increased exponentially, and transparent gas masses appeared. The soul fragments torn off by the cracks were enveloped by these gas masses and slowly vanished...
"Are you kidding me?! I'm a transmigrator! I'm the main..."
His unfinished line faded into the chaos, leaving only clusters of soul fragments of various sizes. These were gradually erased by the transparent gas masses...
However, at that moment, he reached the edge of the gray mist layer. A skill book, wrapped in a cluster of soul fragments, pierced through the mist and shot into the world below!
A transparent gas mass followed closely in pursuit...
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Transmigration isn't that easy! Every dimensional world has its own laws. Anything not belonging to this world is seen as a virus and purged by the dimensional rules!
This nameless player extra A was naturally not the protagonist. This tragic extra failed at soul transmigration—his soul shattered into pieces, most of it erased—dead beyond dead. Doesn't that make him the most tragic transmigrator in history?
But the escaped soul fragment and a game skill book, alien to this dimension's rules—what storms will they bring to this world?