One moment, Luo Jing was at the brink of death after accidentally touching a power outlet while showering. The next, he was in the body of a man named Garen, with memories of a past he was never a part of flowing into his head. As he slowly gets used to the body of Garen, he begins to explore a planet beyond his own logical comprehension. His journey will see him go from surviving in a planet locked in the 20th century, to wielding secret techniques so powerful that they level cities overnight. However, his journey doesn’t end with Garen. Instead this is but the first of many bodies that Luo Jing will come to wield in his mystical journey between worlds.
A month later…
"If time was a sharp scimitar, then who is the owner behind the scimitar?"
AG half-kneeled in a wide sand dune, the golden sand flowing through his fingers, like fine golden gravel.
"What are you trying to say?"
Garen stood quietly behind him, his arms crossed in front of his chest, wearing sunglasses to shield off the light.
"I’m just thinking about it." AG shook his head, staring at an oasis in the middle of the golden desert, that was the White Phoenix’s headquarters here in Africa. It looked deserted here, but they just had to walk several meters forward, and there would be an alarm from the sand dunes ahead all to the way to the White Phoenix HQ, telling them that there was an intruder in their ranks.
The hundred or so elite fighters stationed inside would also pour out, and the traps hidden everywhere would instantly shoot everywhere.