"Oww! Who the hell is so damn reckless, throwing stuff around and nearly killing me?!"
A guy who had just been lying on the ground like a corpse suddenly sat up, rubbing his head nonstop.
Clearly, he'd been hit hard!
Then he tried to stand, but felt a wave of weakness wash over his body, so he propped himself up with his hands.
But… he seemed to have touched something.
"Soft... what's this?"
Instinctively, he grabbed it and brought it to his face.
And then came a stream of curses:
"What the f***—!"
Immediately after, a sharp nausea twisted his stomach, and he started throwing up violently.
"Ughhh!"
It took him a while to recover, though his face remained pale.
From both fear and the sheer force of vomiting.
He looked around, panicking. He realized he was no longer in a city surrounded by skyscrapers.
Instead, he was in the middle of a forest.
"What the hell happened?"
One moment he's in bustling Shanghai, the next he's in some godforsaken place.
And whose corpse is this on the ground?
Who killed him?
He glanced around — it seemed only he and the corpse were here.
The most suspicious person?
Probably… himself.
"Did I do this?"
He couldn't believe it. He raised his hand to look for clues.
What he saw made him even more shocked: his hand was tiny — like that of a six- or seven-year-old.
But he was twenty, a grown man!
He plucked a few strands of hair from his head. The pain confirmed it wasn't a dream.
His hair… was light blue — like the sky.
"What the hell?!"
He remembered hair colors like black, blonde, auburn, white, red, green — but light blue?
Unless it was dyed. But this looked too natural to be artificial.
His body shrunk, his hair changed… did he transmigrate?
"Alright… fine."
He'd read plenty of transmigration novels — Douluo Dalu was a classic.
But having it suddenly happen to him?
Hard to accept. Especially with a shredded corpse right next to him.
"Oh? You're still alive, Ye Han? What a surprise!"
A sudden voice startled him.
His thoughts spun:
"Ye Han? Who's that? The original owner of this body?"
He looked in the direction of the voice.
From the shadows beneath a large tree stepped out a little girl, wearing a black short-sleeve shirt and shorts.
As she got closer—
Ye Han (he decided to go by this name now) finally saw her clearly.
Her long black hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, and her pale skin was smooth like polished jade. Her dark eyes shimmered with a cold light.
Under her delicate nose, her pink lips curled up in a smile that looked both cute and… disturbingly bloodthirsty.
When her gaze fell on the nearby pile of flesh, her pink tongue flicked out and licked her lips.
"Damn…"
Whoever this little girl was, she gave him the chills — pure sadistic energy.
Seeing Ye Han cowering, the loli frowned:
"Why are you still such a coward?"
In his previous life, if a little brat dared call him a coward, he would've made her regret it — even if it took twenty years.
But now? A mangled corpse nearby… and a loli excited by it?
He wasn't a soldier, or a killer, or some underworld enforcer.
He was just a regular dude.
And in this situation? Who wouldn't be scared?
"Huh?"
The girl looked at him with slight surprise.
"The way you're looking at me… don't tell me you don't recognize me?"
Her eyes fell on the big bump on his forehead.
She smiled faintly:
"Did that corpse over there knock you stupid?"
Wait — she saw him get hit?
So she knew what happened?
Even though he had a man's soul, seeing this corpse freaked him out.
Still — his logic and thinking remained intact.
And this loli… could she be more of a freak? Just a glance, and she saw something was off?
"Who said transmigrators always inherit memories? Come out, I swear I won't beat you to death!"
The girl watched him silently, her smile freezing a little:
"Don't tell me… you really lost your mind?"
Ye Han asked:
"Who am I?"
"Who are you?"
"And who's that mashed-up guy on the ground?"
His three-question combo stunned the loli.
After all, she was just a kid herself.
Ye Han spread his hands:
"I don't remember anything."
The loli circled around him a few times, trying to figure out if he was really stupid.
She couldn't tell.
Finally, she waved it off:
"Whatever. Real dumb or not, same rules apply — if you want to survive here, follow me."
She paused, then added:
"Since you're alive, follow me."
She turned and walked back the way she came.
Ye Han had no better choice. He followed.
"About those three questions—can you answer them now?"
The loli glanced at him again, then said:
"You're Ye Han. I'm Zi Xia. That corpse? Our test."
Ye Han froze, his mind exploding with sarcasm:
"Test? You mean practice killing?! What the hell kind of world did I transmigrate into?!"
They walked for about a mile or two.
On the way, he saw several more corpses, torn apart.
Gradually, he got used to it.
Like the saying goes — if you throw up enough, you get used to it.
"Huh?"
Ye Han caught a glimpse of a massive figure through the forest gap.
As they drew closer, pushing past trees—
They finally arrived before the giant figure...