Chapter 3: A Borrowed Life
Pain.
That was the first thing he felt.
Not the burning pain from before, but a dull, aching soreness that spread throughout his entire body.
Lin Yuan groaned softly as his consciousness slowly returned.
"…Where…"
His voice stopped.
It wasn't his.
It was weaker. Hoarser.
Different.
His eyes snapped open.
The ceiling above him was made of rough wood, not metal. The air smelled of herbs and dust, not machinery. Sunlight filtered in through a small window, warm and natural.
"This isn't Neo-Earth…"
Memories surged into his mind.
Not his memories.
Another person's life.
A boy.
Same age.
Same name—
Lin Yuan.
But a completely different existence.
A weak disciple of a declining martial family.
Bullied.
Overworked.
Recently beaten half to death.
"…So this is the body I got."
He slowly raised his hand and looked at it.
Thin.
Bruised.
Weak.
He let out a quiet breath.
"Not exactly a good start…"
But then—
A faint smile appeared.
"Good."
Because this meant one thing.
He hadn't been given power.
He had been given a chance.
The system interface reappeared.
[World Entry Successful]
Host Status: Active
Mission Timer: 30 Days
Lin Yuan sat up slowly, ignoring the pain.
"Alright…"
His eyes sharpened as he clenched his fist.
"Let's see how far I can go."
Outside the room, footsteps approached.
And with them—
Trouble.