Chapter 1

In the realm of Sitaheim, among the millions of living beings, there is always one that is extremely special, possessing an indescribable essence. Among these countless special types, only a few can awaken and unlock the potential to 'traverse time and space,' traveling through different worlds to explore the true meaning of life.

Even if they cannot awaken, these special beings still possess a great deal of allure. They are like torches, beacons, and coordinates, radiating a unique attraction in the vast emptiness.

In a corner of the material plane of Sitaheim, a faint, weak light attracted a fragment of a broken soul from another world.

...

Li Mo had transcended, fulfilling the dream of the majority of people on Earth.

The moment he regained consciousness and awareness, a flood of fragmented memories surged into his mind. He realized he had arrived in a world of 'swords and magic,' a vast world called 'Sitaheim.'

Here, demigods and liches walk the earth, and demon lords are as numerous as dogs. This is a world of ultra-magic and fantasy, where mortals have the chance to ignite the divine flame and ascend to godhood!

In this world, magic is the primary force of production, and mages reign supreme, ruling by their power. By day, elven girlfriends are alluring, and by night, succubus pets are wanton. This is the paradise that countless people on Earth yearn for!

Based on the residual memories of the body's original owner, a terrible disaster seemed to have occurred over a decade ago, causing even the exalted gods to descend to the mortal realm. Then, the Nine Hells opened, and the abyssal hounds were unleashed, threatening to destroy the material plane.

However, in this critical moment, countless heroes with strange powers rose to prominence, slaughtering and ruling over their territories. Some even harbored ambitions to seize divine ranks and replace the gods.

Moreover, someone had already slain a saintly form of a deity and obtained clues to the divine rank. Once this storm ends, they could immediately ascend to godhood.

This is an era filled with opportunities and challenges, a mad time that stirs the blood!

Everything seemed so perfect, but it was of no use at all!

Li Mo was filled with regret, regretting his untimely birth!

...

Li Mo's consciousness, which had just awakened, gradually became blurred because the body he had just possessed, which he hadn't had time to familiarize himself with, had a teacup-sized hole in its chest and abdomen. The wound was so severe that a fist-sized hole allowed cold air to pass through, and the blood wouldn't stop flowing, forming a pool around him.

If he wasn't rescued soon, it would be too late. But with the amount of blood loss, even if someone tried to save him, it would probably be too late. Perhaps a top-tier resurrection spell could work, but how could a priest pass by in such a small place?

Intense pain from the wound made Li Mo feel worse than dead. He clenched his teeth, and his body began to convulse. Li Mo silently vowed that the most painful fracture he had experienced in his previous life was nothing compared to this.

The feeling of suffocation and oxygen deprivation was overwhelming, making it hard to think, his mind numb, his vision dark, and his pupils gradually losing focus.

No wonder he could successfully possess this body; the previous owner must have just died from the pain. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to possess this not-quite-dead body. What a terrible time to be born. Had he just crossed over to die again?

Not wanting to die, Li Mo, driven by the fear of death, persisted in his random thoughts and self-mockery, afraid that once he stopped thinking, it would all be over.

He wondered if, after he died, another even more tragic traveler would choose this body while it was still warm. But it was already starting to cool... It was so cold, so scary. He didn't want to die...

...

At this moment, he heard faint voices. Li Mo forced himself to open his eyes and look in the direction of the voices.

The murderer!!!

Even though the body's original owner was dead, a lingering resentment still existed, transmitting hatred, anger, madness, and intense negative killing intent to him.

He didn't expect this body to still harbor such deep-seated hatred, but Li Mo also wished he could kill this person with his own hands! He was filled with regret, unable to avenge himself!

The murderer was right in front of him, yet he was helpless, gasping for breath, waiting to die. How frustrating!

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and stared at the person, trying to remember the face of his enemy, determined to drag him down even in death. Unfortunately, the person was a mysterious figure in a black robe, exuding a cold aura, and didn't give him the chance.

At that moment, the mysterious figure was speaking to two people, one tall and one short, both wearing leather armor and carrying short swords.

Perhaps because he had just possessed the body and hadn't adapted yet, or because of the lack of blood flow to his brain, Li Mo, though inheriting the chaotic memories of the original owner, could vaguely hear the conversation but couldn't understand what was being said.

It felt like a struggling student doing a listening test, understanding each word but not the overall meaning.

The murderer, in a black robe, had a bony, greenish-black hand protruding from his sleeve, clearly not a normal human. The two people opposite him looked terrified and desperate, shaking their heads and speaking urgently, as if begging for mercy.

One was a blonde human, the other a dwarf. The original owner's memories were acting up again, making Li Mo feel familiar with them, like old acquaintances he couldn't name.

On the ground, several bodies lay twisted, dressed similarly to him, in leather armor and short swords. Indeed, he wasn't a good person either. Was this a gang vendetta? An assassin's ambush? Or something else?

His mind grew heavier, and he could no longer hear the outside world. His thoughts became sluggish, and everything around him quickly faded away, leaving the world peaceful.

His cold body began to warm up, and a comfortable sensation spread throughout, making him feel so relaxed that he wanted to sleep forever... except for the hard object pressing into his lower back, which was uncomfortable.

Even in death, one can't die comfortably?

Was he really going to die?

At this moment, Li Mo felt a calmness in his heart, a profound sense of peace. In the span of a few minutes, he had experienced the ecstasy of crossing over, the fear of death, and now, he had entered a sage-like state, accepting the cycle of life and death. Death was not so terrifying.

...

In a semi-shock state, Li Mo lost control of his body, and the increasing blood flow quickly stained his clothes and soaked the package on his lower back.

At the same time, the body's unique trait continued to emit a faint light, resonating with the special energy on his lower back, seemingly communicating with a mysterious place.

In a warm dream, he heard a distant call from another world.

"Do you want to live? Do you want the power to control your own destiny?"

Awakened by this voice, Li Mo quickly realized his situation, and his previous calmness vanished, replaced by intense fear and a burning desire to survive.

He shouted in the dream, "Of course I want to live! I want to live!!!"

...

In the real world, the necromancer Andrew sensed the abnormality behind him and immediately shot a green beam from his hand, quickly dispatching the two worthless targets. He then turned around, casting a defensive spell with a flick of his fingers, just in case.

What he saw was unbelievable. The corpse, which had already died, somehow regained a bit of life and was enveloped by a powerful and unfamiliar force, transforming into a cluster of light points and gradually disappearing.

He never left any survivors, and it was rare for him to fail. How could a soulless corpse, killed by a necromancer, regain life?

Recalling the frequent legendary rumors of the past decade and thinking of those strange and terrifying heroes, Andrew's breathing quickened. He felt he had missed the most precious opportunity of his life.

He let out a hoarse, unwilling roar, reaching out to grab the fading Li Mo, but it was like trying to catch the moon in water, a futile effort.

"No...!"

The necromancer roared in anger, but Li Mo's nearly cold body had completely vanished.