Logan Grant broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren’t for that damned mirror, how could I have made such a stupid request.

Logan Grant was a transmigrator. In his previous life, he had achieved nothing by the age of thirty, and never expected that a mirror he picked up during a trip would tear through the stars and bring him to this world.

In a flash, ten years had passed, and the mirror still couldn’t be activated.

“Third Uncle, I want to personally test the power of Tiger Roar Fist at mastery. Please!”

In the end, the urge to activate the mirror won out. Logan Grant forced down his embarrassment, spread his feet, and took up a stance.

“……”

Owen Grant looked speechlessly at the ten-year-old boy in front of him. The slightly tanned little face was full of seriousness, like a little adult.

“…Alright, I don’t have time to play with you. Go find Ethan Grant and the others to play with.” Owen Grant’s face darkened, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

Logan Grant gritted his teeth. If he missed this chance, it would be at least several years before the Mirror of Myriad Worlds Projection could be activated.

The Mirror of Myriad Worlds Projection was the culprit that brought Logan Grant to this world. There was only one way to activate it: battle! There was no other way. Logan Grant had tried too many times—children in the village, wild beasts in the mountains—none met the activation conditions!

Owen Grant slowly walked out of the training ground.

The houses in Gu Family Village were built close together. Fences made of ironwood, over ten feet long, were deeply embedded in the ground, enclosing the village. Ordinary wild beasts simply couldn’t get in.

On the village’s main crossroads, on the bluestone pavement, Owen Grant thought of Logan Grant and couldn’t help but shake his head.

“Owen Grant!”

Owen Grant’s heart skipped a beat as the sound of something slicing through the air reached his ears.

His spine tensed, and like a tiger, he leapt backward, striking at the attacker’s chest with a tiger claw. Owen Grant couldn’t even remember how many hearts and livers he’d ripped out with this move!

Suddenly, the ferocious grin on Owen Grant’s face froze. He saw that the attacker was the same young boy from before—Logan Grant, holding an ironwood sword, looking utterly shocked!

“Crap!”

Owen Grant cursed inwardly, turning his claw into a palm! He managed to pull back seventy percent of his strength, avoiding Logan Grant’s vital points, but his palm still struck the wooden sword! On the battlefield, every move was life or death, kill or be killed! The fact that Owen Grant could restrain himself at all showed his skill.

Logan Grant’s mind exploded, every hair on his body standing on end!

Owen Grant’s pouncing figure was like a giant tiger, and his claw made Logan Grant feel like a helpless rabbit in a tiger’s jaws!

“Move!”

Logan Grant roared inwardly!

He barely managed to raise his arms, holding the ironwood sword in front of him!

“Boom!”

“Crack!”

Logan Grant felt as if he’d been hit by a truck going seventy miles an hour! The so-called ironwood sword, known as steel among woods, snapped along with both his arms! Then he was sent flying!

“This is bad!”

Logan Grant spat out a mouthful of blood in midair, his eyes rolling back as he lost consciousness.

Owen Grant leapt forward and caught the boy in midair.

“Good thing I held back.”

Owen Grant let out a long breath, gently massaging Logan Grant’s arms and chest.

“Crack!”

Bone-setting was no problem for Owen Grant.

……

“Ugh…”

A wave of intense pain came from his arms and chest. Logan Grant groaned and opened his eyes. What he saw was a bare, shabby home and his father’s dark face.

“You little brat, you dared to ambush a Fate-Establishing martial artist with just a wooden sword! You’re lucky you’re not dead!”

Logan Grant lay in bed, listening to his father Lucas Grant scold him with a dark face.

“Sigh, ever since your mother passed away when you were three, my health has gone downhill. Are you trying to anger me to death?”

Lucas Grant shook what little hair he had left, dragged his skinny body to the bedside, and picked up a bowl of medicine.

“Dad, I was wrong.”

Logan Grant looked at the man in front of him, who looked like a walking skeleton, his eyes turning red.

It was this man who, despite his serious illness, had managed to raise him! His desperate wish to activate the Mirror of Myriad Worlds Projection was, in the end, for his father’s sake.

“Dad, how many days was I unconscious? I’m so hungry!” Logan Grant struggled to drink the medicine his father brought to his lips. The pain from his body, wrapped up like a zongzi in white cloth, made him cough a few times.

“Hmph! You slept for two days! If it weren’t for your third uncle, even if you recovered, you’d be left with permanent injuries!”

Lucas Grant scolded lightly, but it was clear he cared for his son. He turned and left the room.

“Lie still and don’t move!”

Once his father left, Logan Grant couldn’t wait to close his eyes and sink his mind into his consciousness.

In the center of the dark sea of consciousness, a mirror shone like the sun.

Chapter 0002: Mirror of Myriad Worlds Projection!

The world inside the mirror—this was a small space within the Mirror of Myriad Worlds Projection, only a dozen or so yards across, surrounded by black mist.

Logan Grant had only met the requirements to enter a few months ago. As long as he focused, he could come here.

As the pale purple light flickered, Logan Grant felt himself standing on a stone platform about a dozen yards square.

On the platform, a mirror floated three feet above the ground, radiating a faint purple glow.