Volume One

Chapter 1: A Bloody Case Caused by a Steamed Bun

Eastern Divine Continent, the vast wild mountains, Iron Forest Tribe.

"Wake up..."

A gentle voice, yet with an indescribable chill.

The boy sleeping deeply on the haystack felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. He shuddered violently and opened his eyes.

The golden rays of the rising sun streamed through the gaps in the thatched hut, turning into beams of light.

The rough and shabby pigsty was sliced by the light into spaces of varying brightness, giving it a distinct sense of depth.

The girl standing against the light looked as if she was draped in a gorgeous golden brocade, possessing an indescribable, pure, and otherworldly beauty.

Her delicate face, shrouded in shadow, bore a subtle expression. The rich interplay of light and dark added a touch of mystery and ethereality to her.

The girl's presence made the filthy, foul-smelling pigsty look as beautiful as a painting.

Even the black pig snoring nearby seemed to become cute.

But the thin boy paid no attention to the girl; his focus was entirely drawn to the black steamed bun in her hand.

The black steamed bun was rough and ugly, but it gave off the aroma of food, which stimulated Brian Carter, making his stomach convulse instinctively.

This body was only fifteen years old, right in the middle of puberty. On top of that, he hadn't eaten at all yesterday, so he was already so hungry that his whole body felt weak.

The boy felt that he could eat the entire black pig next to him, bones and all.

No matter how ugly the black steamed bun was, at this moment it was more precious than anything else in the world.

He stared fixedly at the bun, his dull yellow eyes not blinking once. If not for a bit of restraint, he would have reached out and snatched it.

The girl slowly squatted down and placed the black steamed bun in the boy's hand, her movements graceful and light.

In her bright, clear eyes, her gaze was as calm and gentle as water.

Starving, the boy didn't even look at the girl. He took the black steamed bun and took a huge bite.

The rough, dry bun nearly choked him. Fortunately, his body was already used to this kind of food, and his mouth quickly produced saliva to help him swallow it.

Still, the black steamed bun was just too dry and coarse. Learning his lesson, he began to take small bites.

After thoroughly chewing, the coarse black rice released a faint sweetness.

This was the worst food the boy had ever eaten, and also the most delicious.

He believed he would never forget the taste of this black steamed bun for the rest of his life.

While the boy was completely absorbed in gnawing on the bun, a trace of barely noticeable sadness flashed in the girl's bright eyes. She said nothing, quietly turned, and left the pigsty.

"Gently you left, just as gently as you came, waving your sleeve, leaving behind a steamed bun..."

Watching the girl's figure leave, the boy's dull yellow eyes immediately became lively, and he recited a twisted poem with a strange tone.

Grace Miller, the most important girl in the boy's original memories, no longer meant much to him.

Because he was no longer that foolish boy.

The boy's body and appearance hadn't changed, but his original soul had been shattered and dissipated in yesterday's thunderstorm.

Now, the one controlling this body was a soul that had crossed over from Earth.

Back on Earth, people called him the Undying Vajra, the strongest in the army, the invincible war king.

After a night of sleep, the Undying Vajra's soul that had traveled through time and space had completely fused with this body, also absorbing the boy's original memories.

In this wild world, the original name and identity no longer mattered. Naturally, he inherited the boy's name: Brian Carter.

The new Brian Carter was not ungrateful; in his heart, he was still thankful to Grace Miller.

His teasing was more a self-mockery of his own situation.

The invincible Undying Vajra, though now in a different body, still possessed the pride of a strong man, an unbreakable will, and a free-spirited personality.

It was precisely because of these traits that he was who he was—unique and unrepeatable. Whether he was called the Undying Vajra or Brian Carter, the name was just a code; what truly mattered was the essence of the person.

Because of this, he easily accepted his new identity. How he became this way was unimportant; what mattered was that he was still alive.

Grace Miller had just left when a chubby black-skinned boy ran in.

"How many times have I told you, Sister Xiao Yue's steamed bun is for me! Even a fool like you dares to steal it!"

Seeing the black steamed bun, more than half eaten, the fat on the boy's face twisted in anger. He cursed furiously, grabbed Brian Carter's hand, and tried to snatch the bun away.

Enjoying his food, Brian Carter was truly enraged. Even a steamed bun had to be fought over—this was too much! Absolutely intolerable!

Brian Carter had never imagined that one day he would get angry over a steamed bun.

In his previous life, a rich kid smashed his million-dollar luxury car into scrap metal—he didn't care.

An enemy blew his house sky-high—he didn't even frown.

But this steamed bun was different! This was the food he depended on to survive. No matter how bad it tasted, he would never allow anyone else to touch it.