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Chapter 1: Intertwined Dreams
"Warning: Excessive blood loss, life-threatening—"
"Warning: Declining cardiopulmonary function, life-threatening—"
When Su Fei woke up, his mind seemed to still reverberate with the high-frequency warning sounds from the fierce battle earlier. Those sounds were like a file scraping back and forth in his mind, causing him a splitting headache.
Right, he remembered he should be in the game, resisting the undead army of Madara with his comrades from the 'Force of Gods' in the mountains of Orlkash. The bleak sky echoed with frigid winds as an endless horde of dark creatures cascaded from the jagged peaks, like an encroaching wave of shadows. Within their ranks marched tens of thousands of skeletal soldiers, while liches lurked amidst the sea of bones, bone dragons circled overhead, and eerie specters haunted the air...
Surrounded by enemies, they were doomed.
His first reaction was a torrent of vehement curses aimed at the incompetent idiots from the Flame of Thornbloom. Not only were they utterly inept, but their actions also endangered their allies, enabling the enemy to flank them from behind. The sheer absurdity of it all was staggering!
Then he took a moment to check his own condition. It was a stroke of luck that he hadn't kicked the bucket, considering Madara's army was notorious for never sparing anyone. However, he immediately furrowed his brow. The injuries were too much—not only a fatal wound in the chest area but also infected with corpse poison.
Wait, corpse poison?
Hadn't he completed the task of perfecting his body long ago? How could the body of the Silver Clan be affected by Aura of Darkness, such a low-level skill? A bug? What the heck were the developers doing?
Not wanting to spend too much time questioning this, he weakly coughed and barely managed to sit up from the dusty floor. He realized that the effect of Aura of Darkness was a minor issue; finding a priest to dispel it would suffice. But if he didn't stop the bleeding soon, he might die from weakness. He wasn't a top player, but at least he was experienced enough to roughly assess the situation with a quick check.
Su Fei groaned and pushed aside the half-buried skeleton pressing on him. To him, these low-level soldiers of Madara were as insignificant as air.
Speaking of which, it was already the year 44 of the Second Era, but Madara was still summoning these low-level cannon fodder. Apart from wasting soul energy, they served no purpose. Clearly, the minds of the necromancers of the Ocatu Undead Sequence had been completely corroded by negative energy, lacking adaptability.
Just as he had the mind to mock, he found pushing aside the skeleton required some effort, indicating his weakened state. Sure enough, the penalties for weakness were no joke. Normally, he could easily push aside a bone dragon.
Su Fei recalled the last time he had been on the verge of death. It was several months ago. The combat prowess of the Force of Gods wasn't just for show. If it weren't for those incompetents from the Flame of Thornbloom, his undefeated record might have persisted.
Thinking of this, Su Fei couldn't help but feel a wave of gloom. With the Templar's force defeated and in ruins, and the forums must be buzzing with activity by now.
While pondering these trivial matters, he reached out to grab his backpack, only to find it not there.
Su Fei was momentarily dazed before cursing aloud, "Those Madara bandits!"
Regardless of his frustration, he had to find a way to stop the bleeding. It would be best if he had healing potions; if not, bandages would do. These items shouldn't be lacking on the battlefield. Generally, the backpacks of cannon fodder were left untouched, filled with healing potions and bandages, especially bandages. He even saw a newbie carrying a bag full of bandages before the battle started.
What a joke. Did they think they wouldn't die just because they carried more bandages?
He subconsciously prepared to get up, but as he rolled over, he froze. Wait, was this still the mountain region of Orlkash?
He should have witnessed a scene akin to desolate grasslands, jagged white rocks scattered on steep slopes, corpses strewn across the field, crows circling over the silent battlefield, and the tattered flags of the Grand Light Cross of Grace fluttering atop hilltops. However, the envisioned panorama failed to materialize before his eyes—
There was no piercing north wind howling through the Orlkash mountain region, no silent shadows walking among the mountain's darkened slopes like ghosts, not even the bone-chilling cold capable of freezing the air into a layer of dry powder.
It all felt like an illusion. When this illusion shattered, he suddenly realized he was lying on the floor of a quiet, dilapidated house. The floor was made of smooth wooden planks nailed together, with a conspicuous pool of crimson blood...
He couldn't help but pause, instinctively reaching for his chest. However, a sharp pang interrupted his movement, causing him to cry out in agony and grit his teeth. The wound was his, and the blood belonged to him...
But where was this place? He vaguely recognized the style of this house; downstairs was the main hall, and the corridor on the second floor led to various rooms, guest rooms, kitchen, and storage rooms on the lower floor. Yes, this was the architectural style of the southern region of Eruin, and it wasn't a house that an ordinary commoner could afford—even though it was somewhat worn out, it could be inferred that the original owner of this house must have had some status.
Eruin, Su Fei couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.
How long ago was that memory? The mountains of Usson, the sound of bagpipes echoing through the border town of Buchi, as melodic as a dream from days gone by. But now, wasn't that place already Madara's territory? In his memory, Eruin had long been destroyed, yes, during the Third Black Rose War.
"How did I end up here!"
"Wait..."
"Buchi... Buchi." Su Fei repeated the place's name.
Yes, he remembered.
His name was Brandon, born in Braggs. He carried the bloodline of Cardarego, half of which came from his mother, but he didn't appear noble because of this lineage. Because his father was just a commoner, even though his grandfather had participated in the November War and received the Candlelight Medal, in the end, it was just a knightly family of past glory.
No! A sudden wave of alarm swept through Su Fei’s mind. What was all this mess? No, he was Su Fei, a citizen of the People's Republic of China.
But immediately, a voice in his mind told him: "You are Su Fei, and you are also Brandon."
A sudden chill ran down Su Fei's spine as he held his breath, suddenly realizing that there seemed to be something new in his memory. It was the memory of a young man named Brandon, rushing into his thoughts like a tide, or like an uninvited stranger, barging in uninvited.
Su Fei's breathing became rapid, his pupils dilated; he suddenly remembered the desperate and frightening blow of the bone-white skeleton.
He attempted to shake off the terrifying scene, yet as memories flooded in, exhaustion took hold. His head throbbed, sweat pouring down his forehead.
He finally remembered how he got here.
That was indeed quite a battle, the fierce clash between Grace, the state of the Church Knight Order, and Madara. Surrounded by enemies on all sides, facing imminent peril, he remembered his character was to perish at the hands of a skeletal wizard.
After the brilliant green light of the Disintegration Ray dissipated, the world fell into darkness...
It was just a game setting; death was supposed to last for twelve hours. But who could explain why a normal death in the game led him here?
This world—
His mind was in chaos, and if there was a word to describe the only thought behind his jumbled thoughts, it would be—absurd.
Absurd!
He already understood how absurd things had happened to him. He had transmigrated!
His soul had crossed into the body of a dead man named Brandon in this world!
No, it should be said that they merged into one.
Su Fei gripped the floor tightly with both hands, feeling a numbness in his knuckles. He looked at his hands, which were slender and sickly pale. Although he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but startle. He was a citizen of the People's Republic of China, of Han ethnicity, belonging to the Mongoloid race, and his skin should have a healthy light yellow hue. But either the character was adjusted in the game or it couldn't be like this.
His heart pounded, and he felt weak all over. He could say that he had all the memories of the brief nineteen years of the original owner of this body's life, but from another perspective, he knew nothing about what he was facing.
Perhaps from a spiritual point of view, he could feel everything about the young man named Brandon—his ideals, his obsessions, what he loved, and what he hated.
It was like experiencing a rebirth and completing nineteen years of life's journey again. The other person's everything was his everything, as if it had always been one entity. However, the interweaving of two long dreams still made him feel somewhat at a loss.
"I am Su Fei."
"But also Brandon."
A sense of weakness surged from the depths of Su Fei's heart, spreading throughout his body. He finally let out a long breath and gradually calmed down.
Forget it, since I'm already here, there's no need to fret over it.
Su Fei couldn't help but shake his head and look at his hands again. "But with this little strength, he actually had the audacity to claim to be the number one swordsman..." Thinking of Brandon, he couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly, yet unexpectedly he felt a hint of relief.
Alright then, leaving that world means I've got no more strings attached.
However, as a lightning bolt pierced the darkness, Su Fei suddenly felt that this might not be another chance given by heaven. This thought, once ignited, spread uncontrollably in his heart.
Because he remembered something—
If he was not mistaken, Eruin was a kingdom that had already perished in the game, and the year of the Flourishing Flowers And Leaves in Brandon's memory were in the year 375 of the First Era, while the history of the game had been written to the year 44 of the Second Era!
Like a person suddenly discovering that he had become a prophet, a shudder of fear swept over Su Fei.
Yes.
Here, no one knew more about what was happening and what was about to happen in this world than him.
In the previous life, he was mediocre, hiding in the game to escape reality, but in this life, what should he do to live up to his second life?
Su Fei couldn't help feeling a little dazed.
It was the year of the Flourishing Flowers And Leaves in Eruin, the year the First Black Rose War began. In this war, Eruin suffered a disastrous defeat but embarked on the road to revival.
He happened to be a direct participant in this war. He remembered that he had just come into contact with the world of the game for the first time at that time, and the first kingdom he chose was Eruin. He was a novice through and through, and it was in such a fierce war that he grew up.
The beginning of the war was accompanied by Eruin's overwhelming defeat, and it wasn't until the Bruges Mountain Legion arrived that the situation gradually improved. Su Fei had vivid memories of that fierce war, having acted with the local guard, but only one in ten survived.
He was just an ordinary person, whether in the previous life or in this life. What Brandon's swordsmanship amounted to was nothing compared to the textbook-like classic attack of Madara's ambush in the early stages of this war—swift, ruthless, silent. By the time this ancient kingdom realized what was happening, the stationed troops in this region had already suffered catastrophic losses.
It was on this day that Brandon encountered a scout from the Madara army, and Su Fei suddenly felt a chill rising from his spine. Only by surviving could he fulfill his aspirations.
He understood that he had to save himself first. The first thing was to find tools to stop the bleeding. Grabbing the railing on the side of the corridor, he struggled to his feet. Then he surveyed the structure of the room, finding it to be just as he had imagined. He was so familiar with the architectural style of the southern region of Eruin—because he had spent some of the most unforgettable moments of his life here.
"Eruin, I'm back again." Su Fei couldn't help but murmur.
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