A powerful sensation of falling swept through his entire body, accompanied by an equally intense surge of panic and shock—and a searing pain exploding at the back of his head.
In just 0.001 seconds, Lin Wang understood two things
First, he had transmigrated, and had taken over the body of some unlucky bastard in this world.
Second, that unlucky bastard seemed to have been "pushed off a building."
Lin Wang was currently plummeting from a great height!
The reason he called it "being jumped" was because he could clearly feel that the back of his head had suffered a heavy blow.
But none of that mattered anymore because in another two or three seconds, his absurdly short transmigration journey would come to an end…
The causes and consequences no longer held any meaning, unless he could miraculously survive a fall from dozens of meters in the air.
His body spun uncontrollably as he fell, the ground rushing closer and closer. Perhaps there wasn't even a need for two or three seconds just another blink, and everything would be over.
He didn't know if this was the legendary life-flashing-before-your-eyes phenomenon, but time seemed to slow down, giving him more than enough room to think useless thoughts.
Yet all of it was meaningless. Other than prolonging the despair of waiting for death, it did nothing to resolve the immediate crisis.
Unless a miracle occurred
Unless he suddenly awakened some power capable of saving himself.
Like… the ability to fly.
Yeah, right.
Even if there was some kind of transmigration starter pack, there was no way he could learn how to use it in such a short time!
Suddenly
As if responding to his thoughts a surge of power erupted within his body.
From his core a current of energy burst forth, coursing through his limbs and every part of his body. Lin Wang instantly felt light as a swallow, strong beyond measure, as though his governing vessel had been opened and some supreme martial art had been fully mastered.
He felt omnipotent.
Was this… enlightenment at the brink of life and death?
Had he comprehended some divine martial technique?
So… had he transmigrated into a martial art world?
Since he had been reading wuxia novels before transmigrating, this kind of development actually made sense…
Unfortunately, no matter how hard Lin Wang searched through his memories, the original owner of this body didn't seem like someone who had ever learned any techniques.
But that didn't matter. With such vast inner strength, surely, he wouldn't just splatter to death, right?
He refused to believe that after obtaining a transmigrator's golden finger, he would still die so easily!
Anyone who had read wuxia novels knew that inner force could be released outward.
Which meant he now had a way to generate reverse thrust and save himself!
Perhaps driven by potential unleashed at the edge of death, Lin Wang instinctively grasped the technique of externalizing inner force without a teacher.
Powerful inner energy surged violently within him, eventually converging in his hands and feet.
Staring at the rapidly approaching ground, he forced himself to stay calm, imagining his limbs as cannons or thrusters, blasting his qi downward.
It worked!
His body felt as if it were suddenly supported by an invisible force, as though he had slammed into an unseen barrier. His descent slowed sharply.
But the danger wasn't over.
One deceleration wasn't enough. The remaining speed was still enough to kill him—
the difference was merely between being turned into a puddle of flesh, or leaving behind a barely intact corpse.
No problem.
There were still about ten meters to the ground—enough for two more rounds of reverse-thrust deceleration!
He was sure he could land safely.
But at that moment—only after confirming his own survival—Lin Wang finally noticed something else.
Directly beneath him, perfectly aligned with his fall, a pedestrian was walking by.
His brain completed the calculation instantly.
If he followed the original plan and decelerated twice more, he would land right on top of that poor soul!
—and it was just a child. At first glance, not even ten years old.
If he were struck by someone falling from the sky, even at a reduced speed… the odds of survival would be grim.
Worse still, Lin Wang had been entirely focused on saving himself during the fall. He hadn't screamed at all—so the pedestrians below hadn't noticed him.
What should he do?
There was no hesitation.
Since he now had the ability to change the outcome, he absolutely could not drag an innocent person into this!
Lin Wang adjusted the direction of his inner force jets twice in succession, slightly altering his falling trajectory—just enough to narrowly miss the innocent boy.
But the price was…
Crack. Crack.
The crisp sound of bones breaking rang out with horrifying clarity.
So this was what bone conduction felt like?
That strangely absurd thought was the first thing to surface in Lin Wang's mind.
His limbs, which had absorbed the impact as a buffer, were all broken.
His internal organs were probably ruptured too—internal bleeding, without a doubt.
The only good news was that he hadn't implicated any innocent bystanders.
And also—
At this very moment, he was still alive!
He had survived. Somehow.
"You…"
A voice came from above him—probably the boy who had nearly been crushed. Strangely, there wasn't much panic in his tone.
"You… are you an idiot?"
"Huh?"
Lin Wang didn't understand what the child meant. Unfortunately, due to his severe injuries, he couldn't lift his head to see the boy's face.
"Why did you dodge?" the boy said disdainfully.
"If you hadn't suddenly changed trajectory, you wouldn't have ended up like this, right?"
Lin Wang tried to move. He failed.
His cheek pressed against the ground, feeling a spreading warmth—it was his own blood. He was lying in a pool of it.
From this angle, he could only see the boy's feet.
The blood flowed across the ground, yet for some reason, it curved around and avoided the boy's shoes entirely—shoes that were unnaturally clean.
That wasn't normal.
Perhaps he hadn't yet exited the near-death slow-motion state. His thoughts were unusually calm.
He still hadn't felt intense pain from his body, and even had the leisure to notice such trivial details.
—Come to think of it, that boy's hair was pure white too.
Was he a foreigner?
Because his thoughts were still accelerated, countless ideas flashed through his mind in an instant.
But in reality, his reply came without delay.
"Because… this was my own business. I couldn't let an innocent person get hurt," he said plainly.
"Heh. Are you looking down on me?"
The boy's tone turned arrogant.
"Do you think I'd care about a mere forty-something kilograms of matter? I was planning to casually save you—but who knew you'd get clever on your own…"
—Young, but with quite the mouth.
Still, considering this might be a wuxia world, it wasn't impossible. A child's body with white hair—very fitting for a martial arts expert.
Lin Wang had no time to think about that.
"P-please… forget that for now," he said weakly.
"If it's convenient, could you help call an ambulance?"
The tension was fading. The effects of adrenaline seemed to be wearing off.
A terrifying wave of pain was beginning to surge in.
To be honest, he really didn't want to endure this kind of torment.
"Someone's already calling," the boy replied.
"Relax. From the looks of it, you won't die."
"Then… could you knock me out?" Lin Wang asked hurriedly.
"This really feels worse than death right now."
Perhaps because of the newly awakened inner force, his mind was abnormally clear—there was no sign of him passing out naturally.
A cold, meaningless chuckle came from above.
Then, at last, Lin Wang got what he wanted.
His consciousness went dark.