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This was a desolate wilderness, seemingly formed from countless pixels stacked together. The wilderness bore obvious signs of tearing, as if it had just been through an earthquake. Deep, bottomless, black ravines crisscrossed the ground.
Luo Yang felt like a distinctly discordant presence in this wilderness. In this world that resembled stacked pixels, Luo Yang was the only high-definition image.
Luo Yang stared blankly at his left hand, which was gradually transforming into countless tiny pixel blocks. Fear began to fill his chest, and he felt a suffocating pressure, making it hard to breathe.
He had only curiously tried the luck-transferring ritual that Zhou Mingrui performed before his transmigration in "Lord of the Mysteries," and now he had inexplicably arrived at this strange place, as if he had truly transmigrated.
Luo Yang didn't remember the process of transmigrating. He only felt a blur in his mind, and when he regained consciousness, he was already standing in this wilderness made of what looked like pixel blocks.
Fear of the unknown and curiosity led Luo Yang to reach out and touch the weeds on the ground. He didn't feel the sensation of touching real grass, which made Luo Yang think he was hallucinating.
He stood up and shook his hand, and some flesh-like pieces flew off Luo Yang's body.
The little bit of ease Luo Yang had just felt vanished, and his heart leaped into his throat once more. He brought his left hand, which had just touched the weeds, in front of his eyes and examined it repeatedly. He discovered that his entire left hand had already turned into a pile of pixel blocks in this short amount of time. Chunks of flesh were constantly falling off his hand, and the things Luo Yang shook off just now were pieces of flesh from his hand.
In just this short time, Luo Yang realized that nearly half of his left hand had disappeared. Luo Yang carefully looked at the places where the flesh had fallen off his hand. No blood flowed out. It seemed that once his hand turned into stacked pixel blocks, the blood in his hand stopped flowing.
In this short while, pixelization had spread to his entire forearm. The process of pixelization didn't cause any sensation. Only when the flesh fell off did his hand feel something dropping. Other than that, all other senses had disappeared.
The pixelated part of his left hand grew larger and larger. At this moment, Luo Yang's heart was filled with panic and fear. The panic made Luo Yang want to escape this place immediately, to get away from this strange wilderness, but the fear made Luo Yang's body tremble uncontrollably, preventing him from making any movements to escape or call for help.
The emotions of fear and panic made Luo Yang stand blankly in place. Pixelization began to spread from his left arm towards his body. During this process, Luo Yang finally regained a trace of reason. Recalling the reason he appeared here, Luo Yang repeated the steps of the previous luck-transferring ritual. At this moment, Luo Yang was somewhat grateful that the pixelization hadn't started from his feet, otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to take the four steps backward.
Without any sacrifices or rituals, Luo Yang directly took four steps backward according to the steps of the ritual, while chanting the honorific name of The Fool: The Fool who does not belong to this era; the mysterious ruler above the gray fog; the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.
After one repetition, there was no response. At this moment, pixelization had spread to Luo Yang's neck. Without thinking or hesitating, Luo Yang continued with the second recitation of The Fool's honorific name and again took four steps backward. Still, there was no reaction. Luo Yang began his third attempt.
This time, Luo Yang no longer chanted The Fool's honorific name but instead changed his words: The Evernight Goddess stands higher than the cosmos and more eternal than eternity. The Lady of Crimson, The Mother of Concealment, The Empress of Misfortune and Horror, Mistress of Repose and Silence."
Without caring whether there was a response, Luo Yang continued chanting: "Eternal Blazing Sun, Inextinguishable Light, Embodiment of Order, God of Contracts, Guardian of Businesses."
The process of pixelization had already spread to his lips. Luo Yang could no longer feel the existence of his chin. The instinct to survive made Luo Yang continue chanting: "Embodiment of Essence, Guardian of Craftsmen, Brilliance of Technology."
Unsurprisingly, the process of pixelization didn't stop. Luo Yang felt his consciousness beginning to blur. His last survival instinct made Luo Yang directly chant the only honorific name he remembered that pointed to an Outer God: "The one and only Crimson Moon; The Symbol of Life and Beauty; Mother of all Spiritual Forces."
The last part of the honorific name was silently recited by Luo Yang in his heart. At this time, pixelization had spread to Luo Yang's face, and his mouth was unable to make a sound. Luo Yang's consciousness also sank into silence after that.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but a tearing pain once again entered Luo Yang's consciousness. This tearing pain also awakened Luo Yang's dormant consciousness.
"Hiss~" After his consciousness gradually cleared, the tearing pain in his head became clearer and more intense.
After Luo Yang gradually adapted to this intense pain, he vaguely felt the existence of his body. At this moment, Luo Yang only had one thought in his mind: "So, I'm not dead yet!"
"Hiss~" "Ah!"
This tearing pain lasted for quite a while before it began to weaken. At this time, Luo Yang truly felt the pain coming from all parts of his body, and his head, which had been torn apart by the pain, was also beginning to heal.
That's right, it was healing. Luo Yang's hands, which were holding his head, clearly felt that his head had really split open during the tearing pain just now. It seemed that something grew out from inside, but as the pain subsided, the torn wound on his head was also rapidly wriggling and healing.
"Hiss! Real, physical tearing pain!" Luo Yang couldn't help but complain to himself.
After the pain on his body subsided to a level that his body could bear, Luo Yang struggled to get up from the ground. The surrounding scene was no longer the wilderness made of countless stacked pixel blocks with many deep, bottomless ravines, but a study that looked somewhat old and of an unknown style.
The entire room, apart from a door and a window, was filled with standing bookshelves. The bookshelves were filled with all kinds of books. In the middle of the room, there was a large and wide desk, with a chair on each side. It seemed that one chair was for entertaining guests, but who would entertain guests in a study?
Luo Yang continued to look around the room. Between the two rows of bookshelves on the side with the door, there was a full-length mirror.
Luo Yang was stunned when he saw this mirror. Reflected in the mirror was a figure that was somewhat thin, with blond hair and blue eyes, distinct facial contours, thin lips and thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and light blue eyes that were bright and energetic, as if there were tiny specks of light flowing within them. His features were handsome but slightly immature, clearly a boy between eighteen and nineteen years old, between a teenager and a young man.
The clothes on his body were also very strange, with an indiscernible style. The upper body was a white shirt, a dark brown jacket, and a tan long coat. The lower body was black wide-leg pants paired with dark brown long boots. The overall style was somewhat like medieval European nobility, but it was closer to modern aesthetics. But why would there be a trench coat? Luo Yang couldn't figure it out.
Luo Yang looked at the figure reflected in the mirror and, somewhat blankly, distorted his neck. The figure in the mirror also turned its neck. Luo Yang moved his heavy steps closer to the mirror, and the figure in the mirror made the same movement.
It wasn't until Luo Yang's hand touched the surface of the mirror that he finally confirmed that the person in the mirror was what he looked like now.
"Did I transmigrate again?" Luo Yang said, puzzled and joyful at the rebirth.
Before, in that wilderness made of countless stacked pixel blocks, Luo Yang was very sure that he was still in his original form, until his body turned into countless pixel blocks and disappeared, and his consciousness fell silent.
Now, waking up again in another body, as Luo Yang thought, many memories gradually appeared in his mind. A familiar tearing pain came from his head, but this time the pain wasn't as intense as before, and it was completely bearable.
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