Humans really do have their limits. A single hit from a crashing plane is enough to kill anyone.
Wang Hu, a recent college graduate, was currently managing an Internet café while also trying to start his own business. But he also carried a secret identity: he was a gaming legend known as "the No. 1 Berserker on the official website of China." With his genius strategies and peerless combat style as a "Full-time Berserker," his future should have been bright.
Unfortunately, disaster struck.
During an intense gaming session at the café, a plane suddenly made an emergency landing and crashed into the building. Miraculously, everyone else was unharmed—but Wang Hu was struck directly by the nose of the plane and died instantly.
If death had simply meant unconsciousness, that would have been the end of him. But instead, Wang Hu remained fully aware. And in front of him stood a chilling figure: a cold-faced man with pale, powder-white skin, floating feet, and a tall white hat. He held an iron chain in his hand—the other end of which was fastened tightly around Wang Hu's neck.
"Oh my god! What the hell? Great God Bai Wuchang, is that you?"
Trembling, Wang Hu stared at the ghostly figure. "Am I… really dead? Did I actually run into a real ghost messenger? This is insane!"
"It's me, boy," the figure replied coldly. "Since you were hit by a plane, come with me…"
"Wait! Stop! Hold on a second! You old guys must be super busy. Why don't you find someone else? It's completely unscientific to just get killed by a plane! How about you come back in a few decades, when I'm old and ready?"
As Wang Hu spoke, he tried to discreetly loosen the chain from his neck.
"Shut up!" Bai Wuchang snapped. "The King of Hell decreed that you would die at three o'clock in the morning. Who dares keep you alive until five? Don't waste your efforts!"
Even though this whole thing was absurdly unscientific, Wang Hu decided to try another tactic: psychology.
He burst into tears, sobbing pitifully.
"I'm only in my twenties! My best years haven't even started yet! I haven't finished playing my favorite games! I haven't confessed to the girl I love! I haven't even punished my awful boss yet! Please, let me live! I swear I'll turn over a new leaf and become a better person…"
"Enough!" Bai Wuchang interrupted. "Don't think I haven't seen your type before. Everyone begs when they face death. Forget it! Your tricks won't work on me!"
As an "old cadre" of the underworld, Bai Wuchang had long since grown immune to such performances.
Still, Wang Hu wailed louder. "Wuwuwu~ How miserable! Who could've guessed I'd die by getting hit with a plane? If I'd known, I would've checked the almanac before leaving home today…"
Bai Wuchang sneered. This is nothing. Just earlier, a whole line of people were crushed to death by a UFO. And you think being hit by a plane is special?
Wang Hu froze. Wait, crushed by a UFO?! I'm not even unique?!
"Alright, enough crying. When we meet the judge, I'll put in a good word for you. Maybe he'll assign you a good family so you can live a glorious next life!"
Soon, they arrived in the underworld.
Wang Hu noticed a long line under a sign that read: "Hit to Death."
Each ghost was being registered one by one.
"What hit him to death?" the staff asked.
"A truck. Crossing the road."
"Another dump truck? Next."
"I was hit by a plane."
As the registration continued, a ghost messenger dressed in black suddenly flew over.
"Xiaobai! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!" Hei Wuchang looked anxious. Bai Wuchang's expression immediately changed.
"He was registered under the wrong number. The clerk before us was working overtime, got tired, and typed it wrong."
Wait, what?! Wang Hu's eyes widened.
Hei Wuchang pulled Bai Wuchang aside, whispering in urgent tones.
What are they up to? Wang Hu's heart raced.
"What should we do? We've already brought him here."
"There's no choice. Desperate times call for desperate measures. We still have that machine, don't we?"
"Oh, right! That machine! Didn't the last batch of travelers get handled with it?"
"Hey! What machine? What are you whispering about?" Wang Hu edged closer.
Before he could hear more, Bai Wuchang smacked him in the head with a brick, sending him flying.
When Wang Hu came to, the two ghost messengers returned. Bai Wuchang removed the chain from his neck and hauled him up, while Hei Wuchang followed silently behind, looking shifty.
After some time, the three arrived before a massive, round disc. Bai Wuchang pointed at it.
"Boy, you're lucky! This here is the most powerful artifact in the universe—the Six Paths Trans-Time and Space Reincarnation Travel Manager! Or simply, the Space-Time Manager. It uses black holes to link the three thousand worlds."
"You can think of it as a stargate. It opens the door to another world!"
"Your lifespan hasn't truly ended, so we've decided to send you to another world to reincarnate. Many others have gone through this before."
"Wait—another world?! Are you kidding me?" Wang Hu rolled his eyes. Have these guys watched too many time-travel dramas? And what was that about "many others"? It sounded like this happened a lot!
"You think we want this?" Bai Wuchang snapped. "You're already dead. If you stay here, it'll disrupt time and space. Eventually, the World Consciousness will erase you entirely."
"So, as time-space managers, we'll send you to another world. There, the World Consciousness won't be able to interfere. Even if the higher-ups investigate, no one can trace it."
"That Xiao-something, Tang-something fellow got sent like this before… or wait, maybe he jumped in himself."
What the hell? Wang Hu's face darkened. Are they just trying to cover their own mistake and dump me somewhere else?
Bai Wuchang glanced around, then whispered, "No one's watching. Hurry and reincarnate!" With that, he prepared to shove Wang Hu straight into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
"Wait! Great Gods! Wait!" Wang Hu struggled. "Great
Gods, look, if the world I traveled to is dangerous, what
if I was born into the wrong family and happened to be
very weak? Wouldn't I be bullied by the big guys in the
other world? Then I would die in a few years. Wouldn't
that be terrible?"
"None of our business! Go, go, go!"
"Wait a minute, are you just helping me? We are all
from Earth, uh, no! We are not Earth ghosts~"
The Black and White Impermanence nodded in
agreement. Our Earth travelers can't be bullied. If word
gets out, it'll be a loss of dignity. Last time, that Xiao.
something and Tang something got into trouble after
traveling through time.
"Don't worry about this! Boy, what did you do before?
The master will give you a cheat."
"Full-time mad warrior, daily game master and anchor,
eager for everyone to tip and order takeout."
"Why don't you work part-time? Don't young people
these days work part-time while they're in college?"
"It's impossible for me to work. I will never work in my
life."
"There's no other way, here's the cheating device
This is a divine artifact from traveling through time!
You're lucky! We weren't willing to give it away to Xiao or
Tang before!
After saying that, Hei Wuchang handed over a piece
of paper. Wang Hu held the paper, confused.
"This is a super cheat motherboard, so high-tech!
When you get to that world, you can use it to check your
attributes, kill monsters, level up, and exchange for
equipment, just like you did in the game before!"
"This is the cheat we use when playing games in the
underworld. It can bind to the soul, but it lacks voice
intelligence, which is a bit troublesome."
"So powerful!?"
"Stop talking nonsense and go reincarnate!"
Wang Hu was kicked into the wheel of reincarnation
without any preparation and never came back.
"Wait! Great Gods, wait!" Wang Hu struggled desperately. "If the world I travel to is dangerous—what if I'm born into the wrong family, weak and powerless? Wouldn't I just end up bullied by the strong? I could die again in just a few years! Wouldn't that be terrible?"
"Not our problem! Go, go, go!" Bai Wuchang waved him off impatiently.
"Hold on! Aren't you supposed to be helping me? We're all from Earth—uh… wait, no! You're not Earth ghosts, are you?"
The two messengers—Black and White Impermanence—exchanged glances, then nodded seriously. Indeed, Earth travelers couldn't just be tossed around and bullied. If word got out, it would be a disgrace to their reputation. After all, the last time someone surnamed Xiao and another surnamed Tang traveled through, trouble had erupted.
"Don't worry about that!" Hei Wuchang said firmly. "Boy, what did you do in your past life? The master will grant you a cheat suited to you."
"Full-time berserker, top-tier gamer and streamer… living off tips and takeout orders," Wang Hu replied without hesitation.
Hei Wuchang frowned. "Why didn't you work part-time? Don't young people usually work during college?"
Wang Hu snorted. "It's impossible for me to work. I'll never work in my life."
"…No helping it then," Bai Wuchang sighed. "Here—take this cheat device. It's a divine artifact for travelers like you. Consider yourself lucky. We didn't even give one to Xiao or Tang back then!"
Hei Wuchang handed him a small slip of paper. Wang Hu stared at it, completely baffled.
"This," Bai Wuchang explained, "is a super cheat motherboard—top-notch stuff. When you arrive in the other world, it will let you check your attributes, hunt monsters, level up, and trade for equipment—just like in your games."
"It's the same cheat tool we use when gaming in the underworld," Hei Wuchang added. "It can bind directly to your soul. The only drawback is that it doesn't have voice intelligence, so it's a bit inconvenient."
"So powerful?!" Wang Hu's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Enough nonsense. Time to reincarnate!"
Before he could resist, Wang Hu was kicked straight into the Wheel of Reincarnation—completely unprepared.
And just like that, he was gone.