1 01. I Died

Pah! Sila! Pah! Sila! Pah! Sila! Pah!

'Aiyoooooo! Ahhhhhh!'

'I just transmigrate to get spanked and whipped out of nowhere.'

'Wait! You just wait!'

'I am a transmigrator. I have a transmigrator's dignity. You beat me just for reading some flimsy Emperor's cultivation technique. When I unlock my system, I will definitely have beaten you and humiliated you the way you are humiliating me. I must have a very OP system, which I shall unlock just like every other transmigrator I have read about in a system novel has, and then spank back all those who have wronged me. I shall have revenge!'

Pah! Sila! Pah!

"Ahhhhh!"

'System! Where are you system?! You demon b*tches! Y'all just wait!'

As each whip landed, a little of Roy's flesh was scraped off him, then came the spanks as a topping to the whips. It looked gruesome but the expression on his face was constipated and vengeful!

...

"To think that this b*stard still won't have a sense of regret on his face, and that expression?! Enough with the spanks and whips. Sever his head!"

A cold-harsh voice sounded from behind the naked-kneeling man who was being whipped and spanked.

"As you wish, my lord."

Saying that, the bald muscular man unsheathed his blade—ready to sever poor Roy's head.

"Aiyooo! Wait!"

The naked-kneeling Roy screamed but how could the executor listen to a most definitely dead man's silly whining? He gripped his blade and swung it down on Roy's bare neck.

Puchiiii!

The sound of the blade running through flesh rang out, and the scene of a fountain of blood gushing out from the freshly severed neck along with a blood stained blade was revealed. A pain-stricken horrified head fell from the sky, as it lay in front of the now-headless corpse.

The last thought on Roy's mind was— 'No System?!'

He died. Roy transmigrated, then he really died. It seemed that there were no systems to come to his rescue.

...

There was a humongous sea of crowd witnessing the execution of poor Roy. Some felt sympathetic, some were nonchalant, while some were gloating at his misfortune.

"Hehe! To think that a measly rogue cultivator would steal from the Emperor's treasury. Fits him right to be killed in such a humiliating manner!"

"Humph! One rogue cultivator against the whole Royal Squadron? Did he really hope to not get caught?"

Suddenly someone amongst the crowd whispered,

"I heard that he read the Emperor's personal Demi-Saint grade cultivation technique— the 'Grand Solar Art'."

Sii!

It might have only been a whisper but the whole crowd exploded.

"The only Demi-Saint technique in the 9 Great Empire's?!"

"Isn't this the reason 'Emperor Osiris' is the most feared and respected among the other Empires?"

"Such a waste that he got caught. If not, a person like him would definitely turn into a renowned figure—not second to 'Emperor Osiris' in due time."

"All hail 'Emperor Osiris'!"

Some people from within the crowd erupted enthusiastically trying to show their loyalty to the empire. Then the whole crowd started shouting in unison under the cold gaze of the executor. The cold man commanding the executor was nowhere to be seen.

The naked corpse was then burned to ashes under the blazing heat of the azure blue flames erupting from the executor's palm, in front of the crowd.

...

The void was absolutely cold and nonchalant to the 'soul' floating in it.

"I died!? But I am a transmigrator, aren't I? Why don't I get a system?"

Roy seemed to be doubting the existential crisis he was facing. He died in the modern world getting hit by truck-kun and now just as he had transmigrated, he realized that he was getting spanked and whipped by a bulky stranger. But his transmigrator's dignity made him arrogant thinking that when he would get his so-called fantasy system as all other transmigrators who get hit by truck-kun do in the fantasy novels he read, he would then turn overpowered and get to spank this bully back in return.

In due time, after the previous body owner's memory set in, he realized that he was facing a death sentence for reading the Emperor's Demi-Saint grade cultivation technique but his transmigrator's ego still held on to his wishful thought of getting an overpowered system and his unparalleled transmigrator luck working up to save him in the nick of time.

But it all broke. All of Roy's fantasy broke, along with his dignity and ego, and his life ended— getting spanked, whipped and his head severed. And now his 'soul' was floating in the endless void, the same way it did after he died the first time getting hit by truck-kun.

Suddenly, in the endless void, in front of Roy's floating consciousness— a faint spectre of a world appeared, spinning slowly at its axis.

'This wasn't there the last time. Isn't this the world I transmigrated to just now?'

...

It was silent as Roy floated in the endless void watching the world spectre slowly turning real and stabilizing. Half the time it took for tea to be made later, a small 1 inch whirlpool appeared behind Roy trying to suck him up into it.

'A whirlpool? And it's trying to suck me up? But it's too small, it can't suck me even if it's trying, can it?'

As if listening to his seemingly disdainful thoughts, the whirlpool spun a little faster than before. It might have seemed small but it was emitting a little pressure on Roy. Not able to suck him in due to his resistance, the speed of the whirlpool kept on increasing.

'Aiyo! Will I fade away?'

Then...

Fwoosh!

Roy resisted one last time before vanishing into the darkness of the whirlpool. The next instant, an enormous magnificent world appeared in front of Roy. It looked magnificent, housing four large and numerous small pieces of land with the blue sea around them. It bore a lot of resemblance to the previous world he transmigrated to, but seemed comparably quite smaller than it.

'This...'

Looking at the world Roy felt a sense of familiarity.

'Kyaaa! I knew it! I knew it! I am transmigrating again! Kekeke! It is the same thing that happened after I died the first time. It's a new world I can transmigrate to.'

Turning into a flash he headed straight towards the world in front of him. As he tried to enter the world, a sense of rejection washed over him for an instant, then faded away. It did not matter much because soon Roy felt his perception fade away along with it.

'I am definitely transmigrating again. Haha! I, the great Roy, shall be lucky this time and maybe even unlock a system, then rule the world with my overpowered-ness. Kekeke! '

Chuckling evilly inside, Roy formulated his OP plan for the future.

...

After what seemed like an infinity later Roy's perception returned and he found himself facing the vast blue sky and the air pressuring on his back.

It was then, that he realized that he fell off a cliff after being chased by a wild boar. Now he was again facing the unjust death but Roy was after all a transmigrator, not accepting the fact that he was going to die, he screamed with all his might and that little hope of whatever was left in him—

"Saaaave! Meeeee!"

Seemingly listening to his pleadings came a giant dragon like bird with reverse wings, flying towards Roy. Witnessing this from the corner of his eyes Roy felt relief and a sense of pride wash over him.

"HAHA! It's my godly luck working up definitely! Come here little birdie, save me and I shall give you the honour of being my pet!"

And then...

CHOMP!

The big dragon-like-birdie bit down on Roy and swallowed him whole. Roy turned into his fly-time snack. Then the birdie went on its way, flying with pride that the heavens itself has sent food on its way.

...

Roy once again found himself in the endless void with the formation of another spectre of the exact same world he went to this time. Then, the whirlpool appeared again and directly sucked Roy in but in no time Roy was back again, this repeated nine times till the spectres of nine worlds appeared in the void.

"Wuuu! Stop! Will you please let me choose where I transmigrate to?! I am done with dying!"

As if sensing his remorseful tone the whirlpool stopped and vanished with a poof. Roy felt miserable, he died 9 times—10 times if the first death is included, back to back. He once became a war veteran grandpa in a modern martial art world, who was suffering from testicular cancer and died during a blunder in surgery; and another time he even transmigrated into a small rat who was then snacked upon by some weird wild animal.

If Roy had a body, he would have shed a small pond of tears by now. He was so miserable, not a single one of his transmigration was proper. In every single one of them he died a miserable death.

Seeing the whirlpool vanish Roy's illusory heart almost stopped from joy. Calming himself, he looked at the 9 worlds in front of him carefully. He understood that he couldn't die, whenever he died he would reappear in this void along with the spectre of the world to which he transmigrated to. Which would explain that he could transmigrate multiple times and reincarnate in multiple different worlds. Now, the most important question was that if he could choose the world which he travels to from the spectres of the worlds in the void.

"I don't care about being OP, just give me a proper transmigration."

'Anyway I can choose again after I die, so no worries.'

Making a decision in his heart Roy rushed towards the spectre of a small sized world and dove into it.

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