"I... Transmigrated"

In the midst of the bustling forest, surrounded by towering trees that blocked out much of the sunlight, a young man lay unconscious. His face was pale, blood drained from his body, and a vicious claw mark marred his chest, exposing protruding bones.

Suddenly, the man's lips trembled, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing a look of bewilderment and confusion. Pain surged through his body, as if he had just completed an arduous marathon. The tearing sensation in his chest intensified, as if someone had forcibly ripped it open.

As he surveyed his surroundings, all he could see were the towering trees and the muddy ground beneath him. The thought of being kidnapped crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it as he couldn't hear any human voices or see anyone nearby. This wasn't the work of kidnappers; it was something far more mysterious.

His gaze fell upon his own body, dressed in rough, tattered clothes, and covered in numerous wounds. Was someone attempting to murder him? Did his uncle finally follow through on his threats? Questions swirled in his mind, mingling with the searing pain that throbbed through his entire being.

Suddenly, a wave of memories crashed into his mind, flooding his consciousness. Fragments of his previous life merged with new knowledge of this unfamiliar world. It was as if he had acquired a system, an otherworldly mechanism that facilitated his journey in this fantasy realm.

Michael, once a 2nd generation rich kid in the 21st century, destined to inherit his father's vast wealth, had met an untimely end. His memories and consciousness had been transmigrated into the body of Daoming, a young man living in this perilous world of cultivation and immortals. It was a drastic shift from his life of comfort and luxury to a realm where strength reigned supreme.

Despite the confusion and frustration, Michael's mind began to piece together the nature of his newfound existence. In this world, cultivation allowed individuals to extend their lifespans, shatter the barriers of reality, and harness unimaginable power. It was a realm where mountains could be flipped and seas could be burned.

As he delved further into his fragmented memories, Michael learned that Daoming had been discovered by a middle-aged man in a nearby village. This village, consisting of a mere thirty inhabitants, relied on hunting in the treacherous forest for survival. However, their peaceful existence was shattered when a half-step rank-1 beast descended upon them, leaving destruction and death in its wake.

Michael owed his survival to the courageous actions of the middle-aged man, who valiantly defended him. Unfortunately, the man succumbed to his injuries, leaving Daoming vulnerable and alone. Now, as Michael inhabited Daoming's body, he was burdened with injuries that prevented him from even standing.

The searing pain from his wounds intensified, causing him to grit his teeth and hiss in agony. In the midst of his suffering, he couldn't shake the uncertainty of the beast's whereabouts. Fear gripped his heart, and he prayed silently that the creature had not pursued him further into the forest.

In that moment, a resounding sound pierced through his thoughts – a distinct, system-like notification that echoed in his mind, jolting him with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

[Ding...]