There is a saying: “scenery evokes emotion,” meaning that external images can activate information stored in long-term memory. James Carter felt a wave of confusion in his mind, as a flood of strange and bizarre memories surfaced one after another.

“I’m in Lika Town, called Robert Miller? A shop assistant, a Druid apprentice?” His mind was a bit muddled, and he stared blankly for a while before gradually pulling himself together: “No, that’s not right, I’m not Robert Miller, I’m James Carter. Damn, I’ve transmigrated!”

“I am James Carter.” He affirmed to himself, thinking for a moment: “At the same time, I’ve absorbed Robert Miller’s memories.”

The two closely connected souls accepted each other and, with James Carter as the dominant one, merged into a single entity. In reality, he now possessed all the emotions and memories of the young man.

“Ahhh, I’ve transmigrated, I didn’t die, this is great, I’m alive.” Realizing this fact, his mood gradually calmed down. What he had learned as a youth, along with the education he received in society, taught him the importance of accepting reality. And the repeated indoctrination from reading online made it very easy for him to accept the fact of transmigration.

Most importantly, he was alive!

“In this world, I am now Robert Miller, a Druid apprentice!” Robert Miller pressed his lips together in silence, checking his own condition.

Outside, a long wolf howl echoed, drifting in from the distant forest, giving off a chilling and eerie feeling.

The newly reborn Robert Miller shuddered, his legs went weak, and he stood dazed for a long time before finally snapping out of it. Suddenly, he remembered something and hurriedly searched around: “Where’s my Shennong Horn? Where’s the Shennong Horn?”

The Shennong Horn was his greatest asset.

Suddenly arriving in this unfamiliar world—even for an otaku who had gotten used to it countless times in novels and anime—was hard to bear all at once. If he lost the Shennong Horn as well, what would he do in the future?

He suddenly felt a bit suffocated, turned and ran, dashing to the campfire, even plunging into the pile of corpses, not caring about anything, groping around on the ground, but just couldn’t find it.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he finally calmed down, but it was a calm born of despair. Yet at that moment, a thought stirred in his heart, and suddenly, a mysterious message appeared in his mind.

Robert Miller was stunned, his lips moving as if to speak, but for a long time he couldn’t utter a word. He couldn’t help but open his mouth wide, then pulled off his clothes, and sure enough, on his skin, there was a blue tattoo of the Shennong Horn.

The Shennong Horn had fused with his body. This immediately made his mind a mess. Staring at the tattoo, he took a long time to calm down, then reached out and touched it.

Instantly, a beautiful space unfolded before him, like a landscape painting.

Steadying himself, he looked around carefully and found that the space was still the same size, about two mu. The little stream in the space was still there, with clear water and little fish swimming inside. Around it, apple trees, pear trees, peach trees, and some other plants were all present.

However, the glowing orb thirty meters up in the sky, which used to be like a small sun, now seemed extremely dim, as if it might go out at any moment.

Startled, Robert Miller quickly returned to his body, opened his eyes, and then ran outside, heading straight for a clearing in the woods to greet the sunlight.

Chapter 2: The Thorn Forest (Part 2)

As the sunlight poured in, the glowing orb in the space also brightened, and Robert Miller let out a sigh of relief.

Only then did Robert Miller carefully experience his own memories.

Time seemed to stand still. When Robert Miller recalled a piece of Druid knowledge, ripples immediately spread through the space inside the Shennong Horn. The plants growing in the space stretched their stems and leaves, swaying, as bits of green light floated out.

A gentle breeze blew through the space, and the grass rustled softly.

If you listened closely, the rising and falling “rustle” sounds, though extremely faint, blended into a kind of music. Accompanied by this music, his body also relaxed, as if he were lying in the grass. The feeling was wonderful, and before he knew it, Robert Miller was lying in the grass.

This sense of resonance with nature was truly indescribable. With this feeling, Robert Miller couldn’t open his eyes, and his body felt as heavy as lead, unable to move. Lying there, in a daze, it was as if he had returned to his former world.

There, the experiences of his life passed by one by one, especially his involvement with the Green Alliance, beginning his work in environmental protection, going to the grasslands, going to the forests, protesting against companies engaged in rampant logging—those were such passionate years.

Robert Miller didn’t realize that as soon as he recalled these memories of protecting the environment, the green light that surged in became much stronger. Not only in the space, but even outside, in the forest, wisps of green light slowly flowed into his body.

The energy flowed through his hand, and his left hand gradually regained feeling; it flowed through his shoulder, and his shoulder regained sensation; the energy flowed to his chest, gathering there, more and more, but Robert Miller didn’t want to leave this feeling…

Suddenly, there was a “boom” in his mind, and a green core appeared. At the same time, seven or eight mysterious incantations emerged, each one obscure and difficult to understand, yet also instantly clear.