After casting a glance at the sword with its divine light restrained, Ethan Clark finally began to carefully examine the person lying in the grass...

No!

It couldn't be called a person; it should be called a corpse...

No!

Not even a corpse...

This person looked to be only about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, hair disheveled, his entire body soaked in blood, appearing utterly wretched. Especially at his dantian, a gaping, bloody hole pierced straight through his torso—clearly caused by a sharp sword... no, by a sword aura in a single strike...

That strike must have been his fatal wound.

If it were an ordinary person, suffering such a grievous injury, they would have long been dead. Yet, although this man had no breath left, his heart was still beating powerfully...

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

That was the sound of his heart beating.

Besides that, his eyes...

What kind of eyes were those?

Blood and tears brimmed within them, revealing an unspeakable hatred and shock!?

Unwillingness!

Anger!

Roaring!

Pain!

Despair!

...

Just meeting his gaze sent a violent shock through Ethan Clark's heart!

He seemed to see, in the moment before death, the kind of unwillingness and hatred that made him howl at the heavens in agony!

Hating the heavens!

Hating the earth!

Hating all living things!

Blood flowed in torrents...

Life ebbed away...

Yet, the heart's relentless, powerful beating was like a desperate, silent scream, a soul-rending howl echoing in the underworld...

The heavens cannot bury me!

The earth cannot cover me!

I will not die in peace!

"Bang!"

Ethan Clark's spirit was shaken, and he couldn't help but stagger backward, his eyes filled with shock and awe.

He was a spiritual body...

Yet those eyes carried a terrifying power that shook the soul, crashing into his spiritual world and making uncontrollable fear surge within him!

"This..."

Ethan Clark's face turned deathly pale.

A game!

This is just a virtual world in a game mode!

This is only a virtual world in a game mode!

And yet, such a world could cause such a strong shock to someone like him, whose spiritual scale had reached 1447!?

...

Ethan Clark's gaze lingered on this man who could not rest in peace...

No!

This young man, whose heart still beat stubbornly even in death...

He was dead!

But he was still alive!

...

His heart could not calm down for a long time.

...

"Who exactly are you?"

Ethan Clark muttered to himself. He had never imagined that an NPC could bring him such a powerful shock.

The wind...

Stopped.

Heaven and earth...

Fell silent.

Ethan Clark just floated above the young man, gazing into those eyes that could not rest in death, his spirit in turmoil.

"Who exactly are you?"

...

A long time passed...

A few minutes, maybe more than ten minutes.

A long time...

His spiritual body was already somewhat weakened.

The time to choose was almost up.

He had to make a choice.

...

Ethan Clark's gaze returned once more to the young man.

After a moment, he made his decision.

"You have unwillingness, you have anger, you have hatred, you have pain, you have despair... but..."

"You are already dead!"

"Yes, you are already dead."

Ethan Clark muttered to himself, repeatedly confirming the fact that this young man was already dead.

At this moment, even he himself didn't know why he was saying so much to a corpse.

"You are already dead. Everything about you has become the past."

"Your hatred has vanished into thin air."

"Your anger has sunk into silence like water."

"All your unwillingness has flowed away."

"Now, you need rebirth!"

"The new life I bestow upon you!"

Ethan Clark silently spoke.

His spiritual fluctuations slowly dissipated from his body, bit by bit merging into this body, seeping into every limb and bone, repairing the wound at the dantian, and gradually beginning to receive the information left behind in this body...

Chapter Four: No Truth

The wind gently blew, swirling fallen leaves and carrying them farther away...

In the grass, the young man still lay there, silent and motionless.

By now, blood no longer flowed from the wound in his abdomen, especially... the wound that had been pierced by sword aura, or perhaps an even greater force, now faintly showed signs of healing...

This might be the only somewhat humane design in the True Profound World.

Because when creating a character—that is, "possession"—there is a certain chance of failure, which depends on the possessor's spiritual will.

Therefore, according to the official website of the True Profound World, it is best to choose to possess ordinary people with weak wills or those who are seriously injured. If you want to guarantee a 100% success rate, the best choice is someone who has just recently died.