– Mm, where am I?
Shaking his head, which was just regaining consciousness after falling into a coma, Lu Shaoyu felt that his surroundings were very damp. His entire body ached as if it were paralyzed, and wind blew from all directions, lashing against him, making him shiver involuntarily.
Cold sweat broke out on Lu Shaoyu's forehead. He quickly snapped his eyes open. The space around him was utterly dark, but in the sky, a crescent moon hung suspended. After a moment, borrowing the faint light from the moon, he could make out his surroundings a little more clearly. He was currently in a pond, and it must be nighttime.
– Ah…
A searing pain from his brain made him cry out miserably. Lu Shaoyu felt a strange force strike his head, causing him to immediately pass out once more.
Lu Shaoyu slowly regained consciousness as dawn approached, but upon receiving new information from his brain, he nearly fainted again.
– Did my luck just explode? I transmigrated! This isn't a dream, is it?
Lu Shaoyu opened his eyes wide, scrutinizing his surroundings. According to the information he'd received from his brain, combined with having read several transmigration novels, he was certain that he had transmigrated. This situation seemed unreal, a one-in-a-hundred-million chance, yet it had happened to him.
Lu Shaoyu recalled that he had just graduated from a third-rate university and found a menial job in a small office. While helping his superior photocopy documents, the copier unexpectedly short-circuited. He died an unexpected death and transmigrated.
His previous life was nothing to speak of, his future bleak, so transmigration was good. Who knew, transmigrating to another world might lead to greater achievements. Based on his knowledge from novels, no transmigrator ever achieved too little. Every single one either had a harem of wives and concubines or became the overlord of a new world. At worst, they became a rich second generation. Surely, he wouldn't be too unlucky either.
Having confirmed his transmigration, Lu Shaoyu felt no pain or regret; on the contrary, he felt a sense of liberation. In his previous life, he wasn't a person of power or wealth; his future was distant and hazy.
– Where is this place? Why did I transmigrate to this godforsaken spot?
Lu Shaoyu surveyed his surroundings, then began to rummage through the memories remaining in his head – a segment of memories that didn't belong to him.
After a moment, Lu Shaoyu felt an impulse to commit suicide just to see if he could transmigrate again. Other transmigrators either became young masters or princes, or they were handsome and dashing, exuding an imposing aura, a young lord from a powerful family or faction.
However, the body he had transmigrated into, though also a young master in this world, was a young master in name only. This young master was also named Lu Shaoyu, just sixteen years old this year, and an illegitimate child. His status in the family was even lower than that of a servant. He also had a mother, who was previously a servant in the family. After giving birth to this young master, she was even more bullied by the main wife, enduring days worse than a slave's.
The mother and son were routinely bullied by others in the family; even the servants didn't put them in their eyes. Especially the maids who followed the main wife, they would often find excuses to humiliate them.
Just yesterday, for merely talking back a few words, this young master was beaten by them, and unexpectedly, beaten to death. Presumably, those people, seeing him dead, were scared and threw him down the cliff. His corpse fell into the pond at the foot of the cliff, and I, due to a sudden surge of my own virtue, transmigrated into his body.
Thinking that he had transmigrated into such a body, Lục Thiếu Du felt like crying but had no tears. Was his character good or bad, after all? He hadn't done anything particularly good in his previous life, so it seemed his character couldn't have been that great.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Lục Thiếu Du had no other choice. It was already incredibly lucky that he hadn't died. There was no such thing as perfection in this world. No matter what, not dying was a blessing; surviving a great calamity surely meant future good fortune.
"Since you and I share the name Lục Thiếu Du, and I am now using your body, I will help you avenge your grievances if I get the chance. I will also take care of your mother."
Lục Thiếu Du murmured to himself.
As soon as Lục Thiếu Du finished speaking, his mind seemed to clear. A surge of turbid energy escaped from his head and dissipated into the void.
"It seems your resentment was quite deep. Your grudge, I, Lục Thiếu Du, will definitely avenge it for you as long as I have the chance."
Lục Thiếu Du looked intently at the sky and repeated himself.
After speaking, Lục Thiếu Du couldn't help but think of a pressing problem at hand. He was currently lying in the pond, his back seemingly propped against a dead tree trunk. The water in the pond was very cold; it seemed to be winter now. He must have been submerged in the frigid water for a very long time, as his entire body was already numb with cold, with little sensation left.
Struggling to try and swim towards the edge of the pond, Lục Thiếu Du couldn't help but curse inwardly. His legs felt as if they had been severed. As for his arms, he hadn't felt anything at first, but as soon as he tried to move them a little, he discovered both arms were broken. At this moment, he basically couldn't exert any strength. Let alone swimming to the edge of the pond, even moving half an inch was unlikely.
"Oh heavens, don't mess with me like this!"
Lục Thiếu Du cursed helplessly while looking at the sky. He couldn't move at all now; wasn't he just lying there, passively waiting to freeze to death?
"Whoosh..."
A sound entered Lục Thiếu Du's ears, as if some creature was moving in the water at an incredibly fast speed.
"Could it be a Demonic Beast?"
A terrifying word appeared in Lục Thiếu Du's mind. According to the information remaining in his head, Lục Thiếu Du knew that this world was different from his previous one. This was a world where martial might was revered, a vast and boundless world where Demonic Beasts, Spirit Beasts, Martial Artists, and Spirit Masters all existed.
Martial Artists and Spirit Masters held extremely high status in this world, especially Spirit Masters, whose status could be said to be supreme.
As for the body of the young master he had transmigrated into, there was no way for him to become a Martial Artist, nor could he become a Spirit Master. Precisely because of this, his status within the family was so low, not even comparable to a servant.