“Only one more soul can be brought along. Who should I choose...” William Dawson looked at the densely packed list of names, and only one thought remained in his mind—

No matter who he chose, it would be impossible to complete.

“Let me recommend someone for you.” David Harris slowly walked over, sat down beside William Dawson, and whispered to him, “A task that seems impossible must have its breakthrough. If you want to find these breakthroughs, strength alone is not enough.”

David Harris pointed to a name: Prime Minister of Han, the Crouching Dragon—Zhuge Kongming.

“Sometimes you need to use your brain.”

William Dawson looked at this name, deep in thought. To shoot down nine suns, would using your brain really help?

Even if Zhuge Liang was a genius, could he design and build an intercontinental cruise missile in five minutes? Even then, it would still be impossible to shoot down the sun...

“Please hurry up a little.” Charles Cooper showed a helpless expression.

“Oh... almost done.”

William Dawson gritted his teeth and stopped arguing with the woman in front of him. Zhuge Liang it is, then. That old man might look muddled, but what he said made sense. So he picked up the pen and ticked the box next to Zhuge Kongming.

“All right,” Charles Cooper turned around and said to a staff member, “Go fetch the soul, prepare the transmigration starter pack, and the rest of the staff begin the soul transfer process.”

Everyone in the Legend Administration Bureau started to get busy, and all sorts of instruments and screens lit up.

Is it really about to begin?

William Dawson clenched his teeth. He had never seen anything so absurd. Just a few hours ago, he was still playing on his phone on the bus, but now he was about to transmigrate into a legend.

“Remember, if you can’t complete the legend within seven days, the ten suns will continue to exist. Not only the past, but even the present world will be devastated, with misery everywhere.”

Charles Cooper gave a few final instructions, then put a strange helmet on William Dawson.

William Dawson felt a tearing sensation on his head and instantly lost consciousness.

Chapter 4: Ten Suns Scorch the Sky

William Dawson felt darkness before his eyes, his whole body floating, not knowing where he was.

“William Dawson, can you hear me?”

“Charles Cooper?”

“That’s right, it’s me. I’m communicating with you telepathically. For this mission, I’ll be your main contact.”

Charles Cooper’s voice sounded directly in his mind.

“Where am I now?”

“You’re currently undergoing physical transmission and reconstruction in the void. For this mission, you’ll descend as the traveler ‘Robert Grant’. To avoid affecting the course of history, try not to reveal your real name. Also, multiple versions of the legend have been included in your transmigration starter pack. Be sure to read them carefully after you wake up.”

William Dawson finally understood. What was this called?

This was a fully immersive, 360-degree sensory murder mystery game.

Before William Dawson could even complain, a point of light suddenly appeared in the darkness. The light grew larger and larger, and William Dawson realized he was speeding toward it.

A dazzling flash hit him. After being blinded, William Dawson found himself lying face down on the ground, which was scorching hot.

Location: Dongsheng Divine Continent.

Era: The time of Emperor Yao.

Character: Robert Grant descends.

“Wake up, brother.”

A hand was shaking William Dawson continuously.

William Dawson struggled to get up, feeling a bit dizzy from the weightlessness. In front of him stood a man and a little boy.

“Great, you’re awake!”

William Dawson looked at the man before him. He was clearly the same person from the screen earlier, toiling with his back to the sky and his face to the earth—John Archer.

“John Archer?”

“Hou... Yi?” The man seemed a bit surprised, but also confused. “My name is ‘John Archer’, not ‘John Archer’. Are you looking for someone?”

For some reason, William Dawson felt that this man called John Archer spoke with unclear articulation, as if he had something in his mouth.

William Dawson was a bit lost. He got up and looked around. He had just been lying at the entrance of a village, as if he had walked a long way and then fainted here.

He looked up and saw ten suns hanging in the sky.

It was hot, but not unbearably so.

Unfortunately, he’d never learned in school: if one sun can make the temperature reach twenty degrees Celsius, what about two suns?

If one sun can raise the universe’s temperature from minus 273 degrees to twenty degrees, wouldn’t two suns push it close to three hundred degrees?

If ten suns kept baking the earth, emitting solar radiation, wouldn’t it be like an oven constantly heating the atmosphere, instantly killing all life and boiling the seas day and night?

But that wasn’t the case. William Dawson felt it was about as hot as summer in the south, probably around 40 to 50 degrees Celsius. It wouldn’t kill you instantly, but it was definitely uncomfortable.

“Is this guy stupid?” The little boy stared at William Dawson for a while and said.

“Probably passed out from the heat.” John Archer said, “Brother, come to my house. I still have some water at home. I’ll give you a drink.”

William Dawson felt around his body and found a coarse cloth waist pouch, with a few crooked words written on it: Transmigration Starter Pack.

Honestly, judging by the quality of this bag, the stuff inside probably wasn’t going to be anything good.