This is an extraordinarily mysterious and infinitely vast world. In this wondrous world, there are all kinds of horrors and opportunities. There, you can strengthen yourself to become a superhuman, or you might be torn apart by a zombie without warning. All sorts of crises and challenges—the name of that world is the Reincarnation World...

Eric Turner was an extremely powerful person in that world. He was called Henry Carter, and he watched, with perfect clarity, the experiences of this person named Henry Carter. Every unfathomable scheme, every thrilling battle, seemed to be engraved in his soul, remembered deeply... and deeply trembling because of it. Was this man really human? That kind of intelligence was beyond words, far surpassing the limits of mortals, and could only bring fear, making others dread him...

But such a man, he failed—defeated by another version of himself, identical in every way, except that the other self possessed emotions...

(Is that so? I lost... Emotions... what are they?)

“Little Alice Bolton, use the Investiture of the Gods to split my soul into two parts. One part will be entrusted to your new body, and the other will be entrusted to one of the people involved in the Dragon Roar Project. You must fuse the consciousness of the other soul about me with the original main consciousness, and then, when that soul turns ten, use the Investiture of the Gods to reverse causality, and him... After that, begin this plan. At that time, send out the other half of the Investiture of the Gods, and until then... when he has emotions and faith, I will absorb him... If there is danger, you can awaken me. Although there is nothing and no one worth looking forward to, 'he' will definitely not let my plan proceed perfectly, so at that time...”

When Eric Turner heard these words in his dream, they were intermittent, and he didn’t catch many parts clearly. But when the words reached this point, they completely disappeared. Then the scene shifted. Eric Turner suddenly saw his own eyes filled with confusion, his whole being exuding a chilling aura that warned others to stay away. In both his hands, he held a pair of novel-looking pistols. In front of him, his two companions, Ethan Brooks and Grace Miller, lay on the ground. Each had a bloody hole in their forehead, their faces full of shock and fear. Behind them was an endless hellish sea of blood, countless people and skeletons sinking within. The sky and earth had turned blood-red. In the entire world, only he stood there coldly, like a god, like a demon...

“No!”

Eric Turner suddenly sat up in bed. As soon as he got up, his mind was in a fog, and for a moment he couldn’t figure out why he had suddenly woken up, or why he had shouted in such panic. He just felt that he had seen something in his dream, and it seemed to be related to his previous life.

“A previous life? What a baffling dream, and I forget it as soon as I wake up. Such dreams are better left unhad.”

Eric Turner twisted his sore shoulders, and couldn’t help but recall yesterday’s events. Because of a moment’s impulse, he had saved that little girl. He had planned to leave right after, but was stopped by the surrounding crowd until the TV station people arrived. They interviewed him, and the police said they wanted to give him a bravery award. All sorts of things made him very tired yesterday. Not only did he appear on TV, but it seemed even the school was alerted. In the end, he was asked to give a speech in front of all the teachers and students... All in all, when he got home last night, he didn’t even have time to take off his clothes before collapsing onto the bed and falling fast asleep.

In fact, regarding yesterday’s chain car crash, he still had many questions he wanted answered. First of all... why did that newspaper have a warning about the crash in advance? Was it the mastermind behind the crash who gave him the information ahead of time? Was it a provocation? Or did that ordinary person just seek excitement?

Thinking of this, Eric Turner immediately became excited. In fact, ever since he was young, he loved reading books. His greatest aspiration was not to become a lawyer—that was just a consolation he found after realizing his true ideal was unattainable. What he really longed for was to be a wandering hero who could take heads from a thousand miles away—not a great hero for the country or the people, but just a chivalrous man who would shed blood in anger at injustice. He couldn’t stand to see unfairness; that was his way of thinking. If the mastermind behind the crash had really sent him information through the newspaper as a provocation, then he was determined to use that information to find the mastermind!

With this in mind, Eric Turner immediately took out the newspaper from his wallet. But when he saw the newspaper, he instantly felt a chill—because the newspaper no longer showed the car crash incident. Instead, it was filled with all sorts of random tidbits, all about people or things nearby, like some aunt receiving counterfeit money while buying groceries, or a student who would trip on the way to school. This newspaper was no longer the same as yesterday’s.