Dominating Martial King
Chapter 178 - 178 175 All Burned Up

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“It seems I really have transmigrated——”

In the lavishly decorated carriage, Zong Shou looked expressionlessly at the round mirror in front of him.

The reflection in the mirror was clearly that of an underage boy, about thirteen, with a pale complexion yet, that facial feature, so rarely handsome to an exquisite degree.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes, bright and shimmering.

However, at this moment, they were filled with a sense of bitterness and helplessness.

He remembered that not long ago, he himself had a very ordinary face, the kind that would be utterly unnoticeable in a crowd.

But unexpectedly, upon waking from this dream, his body had become that of such a handsome man.

Although slightly sickly and weak, he was undoubtedly first-rate in his handsome looks.

Even those top male celebrities known for their good looks on television in the previous life couldn’t compare.

If there was anything lacking, it was just the temperament.

Yet at this moment, Zong Shou felt not the slightest joy, but rather a sense of confusion and loss.

It was as if he was a little fish, originally free and swimming in the sea, who suddenly found itself on land.

In this world, in addition to the feeling of strangulation by the unfamiliarity that threatened to kill, there was also a deep sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his face again forcefully, and immediately felt a sharp pain.

Naturally, he also found no traces of plastic surgery on his face.

“—There’s pain, so I should not be dreaming?

But what exactly is my identity now?

And what is this damn place?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the name in the memories of this body he now inhabited.

In his previous life, he had another name, but in his current circumstances, that became meaningless.

Muttering to himself in a low voice, Zong Shou sighed and looked away.

His heart was even more filled with despair, having completely given up on any thoughts of returning or ‘waking from the dream’.

Actually, he had been in this world for several days.

Almost every time he woke up from sleep, he would repeat the actions of just now.

And today was the seventh day.

Judging by the style of decoration inside the carriage, it seemed to be in ancient China, yet somehow not quite.

Opening the curtains further, he saw outside a vast expanse of fields, endless and lush, making his heart feel open and at ease.

The air was also fresh and clean, without a hint of the pollution of the modern world.

But looking down further, one could notice that the carriage, though it had wheels, was suspended in mid-air, three feet off the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front were treading on air, able to rise and fall.

As such, although the carriage was massive, with just the passenger compartment being forty square meters, it could traverse any complex terrain as if it were flat ground.

And at this moment, no one was steering the front, and the carriage was speeding straight ahead, racing into the distance.

The scars of sword and knife wounds on both sides of the carriage were also of great concern.

Zong Shou felt dizzy and slumped onto the soft couch upholstered with velvet.

Then with a slight intent of thought, a series of fragmented memories surfaced in his mind.

All of them were fragmented and incomplete.

Among them were many characters, a good number of faces, and then there was a majestic mountain that pierced the clouds, and a college on an island in the middle of a lake that was unbelievably large.

Feeling both unfamiliar and yet familiar, along with a sense of fear that was indistinct and looming.

His emotions were truly complex and bizarre.

In the end, it was only in the deepest recesses of his mind that he still held a sliver of memory.

It consisted of myriad mystical characters, combined together to form a complete book.

These characters, unlike any from his own world, struck him as intensely familiar, as if he had mastered them in a past life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

Could it be that this is the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, his face awash with utter bewilderment.

— “Divine Emperor” was a virtual game that swept the world starting in 2012.

No one knew which gaming company had developed it; all the accompanying gaming equipment also appeared on the market suddenly.

It seemed that overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online games to the era of virtual holographic Illusion Realms.

Whether it was that academy, that mountain peak, or these demon clan characters ingrained in his mind, he had encountered them all within Divine Emperor in his previous life.

That’s right, he remembered that his last conscious moment in his previous life was within the “Divine Emperor” game.

It was a showdown between the Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm.

Alone with his sword, he fought against numerous heroes and, at the final moment, his body suddenly jolted with electricity and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was in a different body.

Everything before his eyes was no longer the familiar Earth.

So, was he now within the game, or was it a real world?

Or perhaps, was there a connection between this world and “Divine Emperor”?

As another wave of dizziness hit his mind, Zong Shou simply gave up on pondering it any further.

In this carriage, having nothing else to do, Zong Shou drew a Green Steel Sword about three feet long and began to practice his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious confines of the carriage.

His stepping techniques—advancing, retreating, shifting—all matched with his movements, causing the sword’s light to flicker within the moderately sized carriage.

As in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was executed with precision that was nearly perfect.

However, after just half a moment of practicing the basic swordsmanship, Zong Shou was already gasping for breath, his entire body covered in cold sweat.

And the silhouette of the sword’s light couldn’t help but slightly distort.

It was only by clinging to his innate, stubborn belief of never admitting defeat that he didn’t collapse to the floor.

Not until the last bit of strength in his body was completely drained did Zong Shou stop the sword’s light and sat down on the couch, panting heavily.

It was only when that intensely focused attention finally dispersed could he feel the pain throughout his body, as if every part, his limbs, and internal organs were being scorched by flames.

This practice was not just born out of idleness but purely out of unease.

The world around him, and even his own situation, gave him a profound sense of impending crisis.

He couldn’t wait to gain some strength, at least enough to keep himself alive.

Everything within “Divine Emperor” was close to reality.

Whether it was martial arts, language, the Five Senses, combat, or even daily necessities, all had a complete System.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight the game without delving too deep.

Yet there were others who would do their best to learn about the knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, study the principles of various martial arts, and deeply understand everything about this world.

They would even break free from the constraints of the game, creating their own pivot based on the existing foundation.

And Zong Shou was not just one of them; he was among the foremost of such people.