Volume One: First Arrival in a Noble Land

Chapter 1: The Most Tragic Transmigration in History

The sun hung in the sky like an oversized blazing fireball.

In the Karado Mountain Forest in the south of Mauritius, it was mid-morning.

With food in abundance and the luxury to be picky, the well-fed male chirp-chirp birds hopped from branch to branch, using their abundant energy and loud singing voices to court the females, hoping to win the right to mate.

But most of the time, this behavior was in vain. The proud female chirp-chirp birds have always only favored the very best among the flock, and look down on the rest.

Thus, male chirp-chirp birds have two completely different fates: one is to die of exhaustion surrounded by females—no, to die as a bird; the other is to sing lonely and sorrowfully—“A lonely bird is a shameful thing. Why is my sky always filled with tears?”

“Damn it, do you think I’m dead or something?!” The teenage boy lying limply on the ground, his five limbs sprawled out, looked up at the unknown, brazen bird singing on a branch just two meters above him, and was furious!

The reason for his anger was simple: the bird had just played a game of free fall, dropping a clump of its... waste right onto his face, just 0.001 meters from his mouth.

“If I could move, I’d catch you, pluck your feathers, eat your meat, and chew your bones clean, one by one!”

The great forest is always full of vitality, but also riddled with danger. The animals living here are all very alert, and the chirp-chirp birds are no exception—those that aren’t alert never even get the chance to grow up; they’re already dead.

Sensing something, the chirp-chirp bird stopped singing and carefully observed its surroundings, but found nothing!

“How strange, what’s going on?” No matter how it looked, it couldn’t figure out where that creepy feeling in its heart was coming from. Puzzled, the chirp-chirp bird shook its head, but didn’t want to stay here any longer. With a contemptuous glance at the unknown dying creature below, it flapped its wings and shot off like an arrow.

It had seen plenty of things like that on the ground. Those stinky scavengers would soon have a feast!

As it flew, the chirp-chirp bird smacked its beak, unable to understand what was so tasty about dead things. “I have refined tastes!” it thought, and began to sing again!

William Carter’s frustration had already surpassed the limit—he was truly depressed to the point of wanting to die.

After regaining consciousness, it took him less than three seconds to figure out, even with his toes, that he was no longer on Earth. In other words, he had transmigrated!

“Other people wear clothes, but I wear a plane.” William Carter was in tears.

The tears weren’t because he had transmigrated, but because William Carter immediately discovered that his current body was about to make a loving contribution to nature!

Near the heart of this small body’s chest, he had no idea what had wounded him, but there was an irregular, complex wound. The bleeding had almost stopped—not because the wound was healing, but because the heartbeat was slowing to a stop!

This can’t be serious, right?

Transmigration is supposed to be a good thing—way trendier than going abroad for research!

Although the mechanism of transmigration is unclear, myths about transmigrators have long circulated on Earth. As transmigrators, no matter how well or badly they did before, they all rise up after transmigrating.

Even women who transmigrate into the role of a mistress can eventually defeat the main wife!

But while others transmigrate to enjoy life and create life, I transmigrate to enjoy death.

Why is there such a huge gap between transmigrators?

After getting over the initial helplessness, William Carter actually wasn’t too anxious.

Having died once already, dying again wasn’t such a big deal. It was just a pity that the original owner of this body, so young—seemingly only twelve or thirteen—had died. That was a bit of a shame.

In his mind, the original owner’s consciousness was still churning, but William Carter ignored it.

“Little buddy, just rest in peace! Things have come to this, struggling is pointless. If you’d known, why do it in the first place?” William Carter muttered, his own consciousness beginning to fade.

This body wouldn’t last much longer!

“The Buddhist scriptures say, in a snap of the fingers there are sixty instants, and in each instant, nine hundred births and deaths. So, it seems there’s still quite a bit of time left.” William Carter thought vaguely. On the forum, were people saying Edison was a transmigrator, or was it Einstein?

All around, insects and birds chirped at different pitches, and farther away, the sounds of large animals running and howling could be faintly heard.