Jia Changjiang felt that something inside him had… very slightly—no, extremely slightly—collapsed.
If he had to introduce himself first…
Jia Changjiang. Jia as in Jax, the Grandmaster at Arms, Changjiang as in the Yangtze River—long and unending.
Twenty-eight years old—though with the emphasis firmly on the "eight," a man edging dangerously close to his thirties.
He had a decently paying job, was still single, and didn't have any remarkable hobbies—unless playing games counted.
Ten minutes ago, he had been in a supermarket, buying groceries to last him the next week.
When Jia Changjiang walked out of the supermarket with his backpack stuffed to the brim—
The bustling city before his eyes abruptly vanished.
In its place stretched an endless grassland.
"..."
Jia Changjiang squatted beneath a tree and remained silent for a full five minutes before he slowly began to understand his situation.
If—hypothetically—probably—there hadn't been some kind of freak accident…
Then he had transmigrated.
Realizing this, Jia Changjiang shakily pulled out most of a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. With trembling hands, he lit one up.
"I… transmigrated?"
He took a cautious drag, the cigarette trembling between his fingers.
"So this kind of thing really exists?"
He suddenly remembered his old neighbor surnamed Xu—the one who had mysteriously disappeared.
Maybe the guy hadn't gone missing at all. Maybe he'd transmigrated too?
That would explain why the police found an overturned cup of instant noodles in his house…
But why did I transmigrate the moment I walked out of a supermarket? Wouldn't someone notice a person just disappearing off the street?
At least… at least he was still carrying a week's worth of food. He could survive for a few days.
But after that?
Was he supposed to survive on this grassland?
Could he even last that long…?
As Jia Changjiang's thoughts spiraled, he failed to notice that something was being drawn toward the trembling flame of his cigarette. Something stirred in the grass behind him.
Soon, the rustling sound reached his ears.
"Who goes there?!"
Startled, Jia Changjiang jumped forward several steps.
When he turned around, he saw it.
Behind him floated a fiery-red sphere about the size of a basketball.
It had two large, round eyes.
"…A Slime?"
Jia Changjiang froze.
A Slime?
So this really was another world?
Slimes were supposed to be weak, right? I should be able to beat one… right?
Wait—if there are Slimes, doesn't that mean there are stronger monsters too?
Then how the hell am I supposed to fight those?!
As Jia Changjiang hesitated over whether to strike first, the red Slime suddenly let out a plop.
Flames burst from its body, and it shot straight toward him.
"Holy sh—!"
Jia Changjiang dove to the side as the blazing Slime brushed past him, crashing into the grass and igniting it in a burst of fire.
Though the flames died out unnaturally fast, the lingering heat made his scalp tingle.
"A damn fire Slime?!"
Without hesitation, Jia Changjiang scrambled to his feet and bolted. Every instinct screamed at him to stay away from the flames.
First get some distance—then figure out how to deal with it!
But very quickly, he realized something horrifying.
The fire Slime was relentlessly chasing him.
It wasn't fast—but it never stopped.
Half an hour passed.
The Slime was still there.
Still bouncing behind him.
"Bastard! This won't work!"
His stamina was nearly gone when Jia Changjiang finally understood—
If he didn't deal with this thing, he'd be chased until exhaustion… and then burned alive.
Even if I've transmigrated, I can't die to the first Slime I meet, damn it!
If I'm going to die, it'll be in battle against a powerful enemy!
He spotted a tree not far away, its trunk as thick as his thigh.
Jia Changjiang unshouldered his backpack, tossed his week's worth of supplies aside, and sprinted toward the tree.
I'll snap a branch and beat you to death with it, you flaming blob!
Reaching the tree, he jumped and grabbed onto a sturdier branch. He yanked down with all his weight, trying to break it off and use it as a weapon—anything to avoid touching the flames directly.
"I swear I'll smash you flat today, Slime!!!"
He roared with resolve.
The next moment—
His hands suddenly felt light.
His feet landed back on the ground.
A crude "weapon" had indeed landed in his grasp.
But it wasn't a branch.
It was the entire tree.
Root and all.
Jia Changjiang stood there, holding the whole thing aloft as though it were an extension of his own body.
"…?"
The fear.
The panic.
The resolve.
All of it turned into a massive question mark hovering over his head.
"Did I… mutate into someone with godlike strength?"
He casually swung the tree once.
At that instant, a faintly mechanical voice echoed in his ears.
[Welcome to the "Weapon Master Never Dies Unarmed—All Things Are Weapons" System.]
[This system is committed to providing efficient and high-quality service.]
"…Damn."
The mechanical tone made his kidneys ache for some reason.
What kind of stitched-together nonsense system name was that?
But now clearly wasn't the time to think about it.
The fire Slime had already caught up again.
Worse still, behind it came a larger fire Slime—along with a whole group of smaller ones drawn by the noise.
That big fire Slime was almost shoulder-height compared to Jia Changjiang's 1.8-meter frame.
"Shit!"
He cursed, no longer caring why he could uproot an entire tree.
Still, gripping something as thick as his thigh gave him a surge of courage.
"Come on then!!!!"
Jia Changjiang shouted at the Slimes.
"I, Jia Changjiang, am going to beat every last one of you to death today!!!"
"They're just a bunch of round little Slimes, right?!"
"I'll smash you all to pieces!!!!"
With that, Jia Changjiang swung the massive tree in his hands and charged straight toward the Slimes.
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