"Ten years… do you know how I survived these ten years?"
In Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo, the boy's figure gradually shifted from illusory to solid. Yet he paid no attention to the change at all. His eyes were fixed on the vibrant greenery around him, on the distant neon lights flickering through the night. In the very next moment, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was like a traveler on the brink of death in the desert, suddenly stumbling upon an oasis.
More than ten minutes passed before the young man slowly calmed down. He reached out and gently stroked the tree beside him, his expression so careful and reverent that it was as if he were touching something precious beyond words.
"I finally escaped that hell…" he murmured hoarsely. "But where exactly is this place?"
Letting go of the tree, he lifted his head and scanned his surroundings, trying to find even the faintest trace of familiarity. Unfortunately, aside from trees and grass, there was nothing that answered him.
"Forget it," he exhaled. "First, I'll check my condition. Then I'll find someone to ask."
As his thoughts settled, a translucent panel appeared before his eyes, shaped like a game interface with neatly cut corners.
Name: Lu Nian
Status: Healthy
Occupation: Store Manager
Age: Ten years old
Race: Human (???)
Abilities:
[Fair Trade]: The primal essence born at the origin of the world—conceptual and fundamental trading authority.
[Blur]: A temporary ability formed under the influence of a soul body.
That was right.
This panel belonged to Lu Nian. More precisely, it was something he had personally shaped with his own will. The information written on it had been filled in by him, yet for some unknown reason, the age and race fields appeared… abnormal.
He could ignore the age for now, but the three question marks after Race were downright suspicious. Was this questioning his purity as a human being?
Normally, he would have investigated immediately. But after finally escaping that ghostly place, Lu Nian was in an unusually good mood and chose not to dwell on such a trivial bug.
"It's already late," he muttered, rubbing his chin as he glanced toward the residential buildings nearby, most of them dark. "I wonder if I can still find someone and figure out what kind of world this is."
From the very beginning, Lu Nian knew this was no longer the world he once lived in. Strictly speaking, the age displayed on the panel wasn't wrong at all. The "him" from his original world was already dead. What existed now was a completely new body and soul.
Back then, to save a child swept away by a sudden flood, Lu Nian had trusted the swimming skills he'd honed since childhood and rushed in without hesitation.
When he woke up again, he was no longer in water—or even in a body.
He had appeared in a vast, pure white space. His physical form was gone, leaving behind only an illusory soul drifting in midair.
At first, he believed he had entered the afterlife.
Yet no gods appeared. No King of Hell processed his reincarnation. Time lost its meaning, and nothing changed.
With no other choice, Lu Nian began to explore the space on his own. Fortunately, as a soul, he no longer needed food or rest. After what felt like an eternity, something finally appeared.
Suspended in the void was a crystalline core—diamond-shaped, dazzling, and composed of countless shimmering facets, each reflecting different colors.
Driven by an inexplicable instinct, Lu Nian swallowed it whole.
What followed was chaos.
He didn't know how much time passed before he woke again. This time, however, he had a body—and his mind was flooded with unfamiliar memories.
From those memories, Lu Nian gradually understood the truth of the pure white space.
In the endless void existed countless worlds, shining like scattered jewels. From the perspective of ordinary life, a world might seem lifeless. But from another dimension, each world was a vast and living existence.
Worlds grew, communicated, and exchanged knowledge. Their growth depended on the civilizations nurtured within them. As life prospered and civilizations flourished, the rules of the world refined themselves, pushing the world toward further evolution.
Simply put, worlds and civilizations complemented one another.
In the endless exchange of knowledge between innumerable worlds, a miracle had quietly taken shape—a pure white world born entirely from the convergence of information. Given enough time, it too would have developed its own civilization.
What Lu Nian never expected was that, after his death, his soul would drift into this newborn world—and find its defenseless world core.
And then, absurdly, he swallowed it.
The fragile, newly born world had no resistance. In doing so, Lu Nian not only obtained something fundamental—he left his own imprint upon it. In the end, a life from another world completely merged with a world that had just been born.
When he finally pieced everything together, Lu Nian was dumbfounded.
"So… I'm actually this incredible?" he muttered.
An ordinary person, fused with a world—albeit one at the level of a fertilized egg. Still, that didn't stop him from feeling a surge of awe toward himself.
After calming down, he also understood the price of this miracle. His integration had interrupted the world's natural gestation, turning it into a premature existence. If it failed to continue growing, it would eventually dissipate into the endless void.
Fortunately, a path forward existed.
Born from exchanges between worlds, the pure white space naturally resonated with many of them. By reshaping it, Lu Nian created a door that could randomly connect to different worlds whose "breath" had been recorded.
Any life form from those worlds might enter—if luck allowed.
And if invited or commissioned, Lu Nian himself could travel to those worlds, though he would be forced to leave once the task was complete.
The most difficult part was anchoring the pure white space, fixing it to the edge of a world so it wouldn't be swept away by the void.
After constructing the anchor, what followed was endless waiting.
Nearly eight years passed before he finally encountered a suitable world and secured the anchor.
Then came the present moment.
"…If you can choose again…"
As Lu Nian drifted out of his memories, a distant voice reached his ears. He turned his head instinctively.
A faint smile formed on his face.
"It seems," he said softly, "that my first customer has arrived on his own."
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