Chapter 1

### Chapter 1: The Abnormal Rebirth Pill (Revised)

In the towering peak shrouded in mist, countless warriors clad in various battle armors and wielding weapons charged forward one after another.

At the center of the peak, a mythical dragon, the likes of which only existed in legends, rampaged on the battlefield. This was a dragon with wings, ferocious and sharp, its fangs and claws gleaming as it let out a roar that shook the heavens. It was a dragon, a Yinglong!

With a single swipe of its razor-sharp claws, the warriors in front were torn to shreds, their blood splattering everywhere.

This Yinglong was massive, its presence overwhelming!

In its blood-red eyes, the size of millstones, a fierce light flickered, filled with boundless anger, staring intently at the two figures in front of it.

The two figures were tall and muscular, their bodies covered in sinewy muscles, standing at about two meters tall. They were enveloped in a glow, wielding divine weapons and wearing exquisite armor, exuding a mysterious aura.

Despite their massive bodies, they were already covered in blood, countless small wounds oozing blood. Although the scene was gruesome, the dragon's aura around the Yinglong remained tangible, making the warriors' weapons move as if through water, their actions slowed down several times.

This was a domain, the domain of the Yinglong!

And the towering peak was the lair of the Yinglong!

The sky was stained with blood, the battlefield littered with severed limbs and the cries of the wounded. Even the gentle breeze carried a heavy scent of blood, making the scene resemble a hell on earth.

But the warriors on the battlefield paid no heed to these horrors, charging forward fearlessly. Some rode horses, brandishing spears and halberds, while others advanced on foot. Archers fired arrows from a distance, and shield-bearers held up their battered shields to protect the front lines...

The intensity of the battle was evident in every soldier's eyes, as if they were marching to their deaths.

Lin Mu was one of the players tasked with defeating this super boss.

Leading a portion of his territory's troops to challenge this transcendent boss was a reluctant decision.

He still had many fond memories of his former guild, and many friends who had been very kind to him. After leaving the company's faction, he had become a small lord, self-sufficient, though not a powerful warlord, he was still quite influential within his territory, unlike the wandering adventurers.

A month ago, a familiar face approached Lin Mu, asking for his help to conquer the largest boss on Yinglong Peak—the Yinglong.

She was like a childhood friend, having joined the company for many years. Her presence had kept him safe from the many dangers that lurked.

Over the years, many things had happened, filled with both bitterness and joy, which could not be easily described.

Many people had continued to support him after he left the guild. If he could do something to help her, he would, and conquering this major boss was also a matter of honor!

As a well-known great lord near Yinglong Peak, he thought he understood this boss well. However, the harsh reality of the actual battle shattered his ambitions completely.

It was like a mountain that could not be climbed, a dragon that could not be tamed, and defeating it seemed like a pipe dream.

But with the help of two super historical generals and the relentless efforts of the players, using various treasures as restraining means, the battle had started to show results.

Looking at the high-ranking generals and strategists, Lin Mu sighed.

Behind the massive body of the Yinglong was its lair, a place that attracted even more attention with its treasures.

People are greedy, and the allure of countless treasures made them disregard their own lives, falling one after another.

Lin Mu's position on the battlefield was on the east side of the Yinglong's body. Although the treasures in the lair were far away, his cultivation allowed him to see quite far. While he couldn't see all the treasures, the most prominent one in the center of the lair was a golden dragon-shaped token floating in mid-air.

Lin Mu thought of a legend, a legend about a divine village-establishing token from ancient times, capable of creating an unparalleled territory.

It was said that the capital of the Han Dynasty was built using such a divine token.

For some reason, a surge of desire arose in Lin Mu's heart: "This is the divine city heart, the village-establishing token for a divine village! I must get it! I must get it!"

An indescribable temptation filled Lin Mu's heart, thoughts continuously emerging, as if his soul was being lured.

As a newly established lord, Lin Mu had studied many secrets and the history and legends of the mythological world.

Lin Mu stood still, suppressing his emotions, not charging forward like the other players, but instructing his archers to attack the boss.

*Mythical World* was a mysterious and unprecedented virtual online game.

Rumors suggested that its virtual reality was a staggering 100%... quite mysterious.

At first, many people were skeptical, but as time passed, players gradually uncovered many secrets, revealing a grand and magnificent world.

Now, many people were crazily entering this game, and Lin Mu, who had been playing for years, knew many secrets.

Lin Mu was now a lord player, farming, training troops, building cities, and developing his power... while also dreaming of defeating bosses and obtaining divine artifacts.

The death penalty in *Mythical World* had become extremely harsh after several system updates.

Upon death, players would be reborn in the Underworld Rebirth Hall, losing their level, skills, and items. They could only regain these by purchasing them with gold, a process that was extremely costly, causing many players to complain endlessly, but the system remained unchanged.

Dying once was like losing everything, a harsh penalty that reset everything.

Despite the brutal death penalty, like natural disasters, they still charged forward to fight the Yinglong, weighing the risks and rewards in their hearts.

Lin Mu knew how monstrous the lord of Yinglong Peak was and the difficulty of defeating it. If not for the two super generals, he would have backed out.

Even with the vast number of players in the land, they could not overwhelm a single formidable general, a common occurrence!

In the Mythical World, numbers did not always determine the outcome!

...

As the sun set and rose again, time seemed to blur. Lin Mu's territory's military forces were completely exhausted, as were those of other factions.

The once noisy peak had become eerily silent.

The battle was incredibly brutal. His stamina was nearly depleted, his body exhausted, his hands trembling, his weapons and equipment damaged and their durability critically low.

His blood had clotted into chunks, his appearance disheveled and foul-smelling.

Lin Mu didn't know how many times he had dodged fatal blows or how many pills and food he had consumed. He ate when he was hungry and took recovery pills when his stamina was low...

Finally, after a desperate battle, the battlefield began to change...

The massive creature in the center of the battlefield was on its last breath, and one of the two super generals had fallen, leaving only one towering figure, breathing heavily and leaning on his weapon.

Lin Mu watched the remaining general with a hint of regret in his eyes.

After countless sacrifices, the boss was finally defeated.

"Beep!" The pleasant system notification sounded in his blood-stained ears.

"System Notice: Lord Lin Mu, after endless hardship, you have achieved victory in the 187th battle, gaining 18,700 reputation, +5 combat power, +100 leadership, and +1 strength."

The system notification sounded as usual, but Lin Mu remained calm.

Lin Mu turned to look at the familiar figure, smiling slightly. He was eager to see the attributes of the divine token.

The remaining players on the battlefield were few, mostly elite generals from her family. His own troops had all been sacrificed, and many factions had suffered significant losses to defeat this boss.

His wealth was insufficient to revive them, so they would have to start from scratch. However, he was confident that he would gradually compensate them.

Additionally, Lin Mu knew that some people were secretly undermining him, and many players had already secretly changed allegiances.

Lin Mu didn't blame them... different paths, different choices! People seek higher ground, and water flows downhill! Simple truths.

To some, he was just a subordinate, cannon fodder, a stubborn small lord...

After defeating the boss, the most exciting part was the distribution of loot, not just the boss's drops but also the treasures it guarded.

...

Lin Mu, however, was not so excited. He was just a grain of sand in the sea of cannon fodder, insignificant to some. He didn't care about the loot. Participating in such a glorious battle was itself a valuable experience and a gain.

A +1 in strength was already a good reward!

His territory's power was very weak in the entire nation, developing slowly and cautiously, not a concern to some.

"Thank you all for your efforts today. After the loot is counted, I will reward you generously to make up for your losses," the familiar voice said.

Lin Mu smiled faintly. It was good to have compensation; not taking it would be foolish.

The heroic figure collected the boss's drops into her treasure ring and then entered the coveted lair with the others.

Lin Mu did not follow them but approached the massive corpse of the Yinglong.

The items dropped by the Yinglong had been collected, and its body had been harvested down to the bones.

Lin Mu did not harvest anything, just gazing at it, as if letting go of a deep-seated obsession, his face gradually relaxing.

Looking at the Yinglong's remains, Lin Mu felt an overwhelming sense of reflection. Weakness is a sin, for both you and me!

Seeing it, Lin Mu felt a surge of emotion, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Sitting cross-legged, Lin Mu suddenly saw a light.

"Hmm, what's that?" Suddenly, the massive skeleton transformed into a beam of light, slowly condensing into a pill the size of a fingernail, floating in the air, incredibly divine.

Lin Mu was startled by the sudden change.

Excitedly, he walked over, picked up the pill, and was amazed.

It must be something valuable; his journey was not in vain. He put it in his backpack.

"What treasure do you have? Hand it over immediately!" A familiar, hateful, and soft voice sounded behind Lin Mu.

Lin Mu glanced sideways, recognizing the person. This guy was a core player from his former company's guild, a Xuan-stage general with whom he had some conflicts, and a lackey of certain people.

"What treasure is it to you! Get lost!" Lin Mu's mood was already low, and seeing this scum made it worse. His tone was not as calm as usual.

"You traitor, if it weren't for the boss's warning, you would have died many times. Your thieving habits never change. Fortunately, the guild expelled you; otherwise, you would have been a rotten apple, tarnishing our reputation!" The general's voice was sinister and grating.

"Hmph, whether I'm a thief is not for you, a slanderer, to judge. You don't deserve to speak to me, get lost!" Lin Mu despised this hypocritical and despicable person, as if they were natural enemies.

Lin Mu turned to leave. His goal was achieved, and he wanted to study the item quickly.

He wouldn't reach for the treasures, even if they were divine artifacts; he didn't care.

However, what he had in his hands, he wouldn't give up, and she wouldn't demand it.

As for these hypocrites, they were just strangers. Lin Mu wasn't afraid, just didn't want to be bothered.

"Hehe, I couldn't beat you before, but now you're injured and exhausted. Killing you is like slaughtering a dog. Die!" The man, as Lin Mu turned, whispered and thrust his smooth, sharp sword, piercing through Lin Mu's back and out his chest, blood gushing out, soaking his damaged chest armor. He had shamelessly attacked from behind.

But with his character, he was capable of anything.

Lin Mu, unable to support himself, knelt on the ground.

"You lucky bastard, you killed me once before, costing me a fortune. Now, I've finally avenged myself. Ha, what eighteen divine generals? Just a joke. Hmph, a mere ant. If not for the boss's restraint, you would have died a thousand times. This sword finally relieves my heart..."

Lin Mu didn't respond, turning calmly, lightly lifting his broken spear, smirking. Suddenly, he moved, throwing the black spear with a swift motion, which flashed like a bolt of lightning, piercing the man's chest.

Lin Mu's movements were clean and swift, leaving no chance for the man to dodge.

"You, you..." The man, whose life faded faster than Lin Mu's, tried to speak but couldn't, collapsing to the ground, his life completely gone. His wide, staring eyes were quite terrifying.

"What happened? Quickly, use this Earth Soul Token!" A worried voice sounded in Lin Mu's ear, but his consciousness was fading, and he couldn't hear clearly.

He didn't know what happened next. His vision blurred, everything becoming hazy. Was he about to die?

In a daze, Lin Mu seemed to hear a sigh.

Since the game started, he had never died once.

Lin Mu had often heard about the horrors of the Rebirth Hall, but with his skills (survival), he had never died in *Mythical World*. This time, he was finally going to die...

"Beep!"

"System Notice: Lord Lin Mu, you have been defeated, and your soul has returned to the Underworld Rebirth Hall. A [Rebirth Pill] was detected in your spatial backpack. Do you want to use it?"

Hmm, he didn't remember getting such a valuable resurrection pill. How did he suddenly have it? Lin Mu was puzzled.

Could it be that divine pill?

Lin Mu recalled the pill that suddenly appeared from the Yinglong's skeleton, incredibly divine, and must have had a significant effect. He didn't expect it to be a resurrection pill, and he hoped there would be no losses after resurrection!

Based on his experience, this pill was likely one of the rare items that could exempt the death penalty.

Everything happens for a reason, and he was fortunate to obtain such a pill.

In a daze, he muttered, "Use it!"

Suddenly, he felt the pill emit an endless chaotic light, enveloping him. He felt very comfortable, as if basking in warm sunlight.

He seemed to forget all pain and joy, deeply asleep!

He felt as if he had become a small boat, drifting in a mysterious river...

In a daze, Lin Mu seemed to hear the familiar system notification, but the content was hazy...

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First time writing a book, not very good, please bear with me! This is a conquest story, and the protagonist will recruit historical beauties from the Three Kingdoms era! I hope you can give some recommendations and add the book to your collection. These are very important for a new book, thank you!~

Please add to your collection and give recommendations!

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