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Qiao Chen went to the kitchen and lifted the porcelain lid from the pot with last night's porridge. Then he filled his breakfast bowl with some, made a few refreshing side dishes, and placed them on the table.

Even if this was a different world, he still retained some of his past life's habits. He still believed that he must eat a bowl of porridge with a few side dishes as long as there was enough time for breakfast. He wanted to start the day off right. As a plus, the technology of this world was advanced too. He didn't even need to cook to make food, only prep. Not only did the machine make the food taste good, but it was also quite convenient and efficient.

Qiao Chen leisurely enjoyed his breakfast. Then he drove his hover car to work at the hospital. Qiao Chen had been a doctor for two generations now.

'Two generations?' you may ask… Well that's because he is a transmigrator.

In his past life, Qiao Chen was an orphan. He relied on his own blood, sweat, and tears to graduate medical school to become a doctor. He endured a lot of trial and hardship, so sometimes he would recall that period of his old life.

In his previous life, Qiao Chen was in the middle of a grueling surgery. After more than ten hours on the clock, he he could only take very quick breaks to breath. During one of these breaks, he had to quickly go to the restroom to relieve himself. He finished up and went to the sink to wash up as per usual. However, just as he finished, a vortex suddenly appeared on the mirror and pulled his soul in. As his soul was being sucked into the mirror, he very clearly saw his body fall and crumple limp onto the floor.

Qiao Chen woke up as a baby in an orphanage. This setting was just like his previous life. However, unlike before, this life took place during the intergalactic era. There was no planet with the name Earth. Perhaps there was many eons ago, but it had been long lost and forgotten.

In this era, nearly everyone had an ability. A person's ability or attribute determined their future career. Qiao Chen's ability was healing; therefore he was fated to be a doctor again. His work ability index was rated well enough for him to receive preferential treatment at the capital planet's orphanage.

Not only was the attribute itself very rare among interstellar age, but there were also a very few people who had an innate ability to heal. As a result, this new world still valued and respected medical practitioners as they did in Qiao Chen's old one. Qiao Chen scored a medium rank on the ability index and was able practice medicine in a highly rated public hospital within the Imperial Star Empire.

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After making his rounds in the infirmary, Qiao Chen reviewed medical cases in his office. Qiao Chen's assistant, Mary, brought in a cup of coffee and placed it on his desk. She prompted him, "Doctor Qiao Chen, you have an appointment today at 10:10 with the family members of VIP room four's patient."

"Got it."

Qiao Chen opened VIP room four's patient files up on the screen.

When Qiao Chen was in the Imperial Star Orphanage, he had no name- only an assigned number. In the orphanage, children weren't given names. They were expected name themselves once they were old enough. Qiao Chen was too lazy to think of a new name, so he just used the same name from his previous life. This world let an orphan take on any name they wanted. If they'd be happy with the name Fighter, then they'd named themselves Fighter.

He really wasn't joking. At the orphanage, there was boy who shared a room with him. He seriously took on such a name because of his obsession with hand to hand fighters from ancient times. There was nothing wrong with that, but close combat is considered a thing of the past – ancient nonsense. Nowadays, people used battle space ships and space mechs to fight their battles.

Qiao Chen looked at VIP room four's patient files. He felt that this family had a lot of money to burn. The patient had no major health concerns or problems, yet he still lived in the hospital for several months and refused to be discharged.

You know, this hospital's VIP room charged a considerable fee for each day, but who let such people be rich? Qiao Chen sighed. No matter the time or place, it was always good to be rich.

His office door abruptly opened and ten or so soldiers quickly walked in. Qiao Chen glanced at the time. 30 minutes until the appointment with room 4's family. These people were businessmen, and they did not seem to have any relations with the military. Afraid that these people came with bad intentions, Qiao Chen cautiously stood up and confidently looked at them.

As soon as Qiao Chen saw a white haired individual walk in to the room from the end of the line, he knew that this person was the head of the soldiers. In one fluid motion, said person immediately entered just as the office doors were closed.

"Excuse me, you are Dr. Qiao Chen. Am I correct?" The man, who asked the question, although he had many wrinkles and fine lines covering his face, looked very stylish. He was standing with a tall and imposing posture. He also wore ironed fatigues that made him appear exuberant.

"That's me. And you all are…?" Qiao Chen's mind quickly recalled all of his patients who had ties to the military.

"We are people of the First Legion. We will have to trouble you to please come with us." Although these words were spoken politely, the tone implied that there was no room for refusal. After speaking, he turned his body sideways and signaled to Qiao Chen to follow.

The First Legion? Qiao Chen was in shock. The First Legion was the empire's Supreme Authority Management Bureau. How did he get mixed up with these kinds of people?

Although Qiao Chen was reluctant, he knew he had no power or ability to refuse. Even if these people decided to shoot him dead in the office and nonchalantly press a charge against him, no one would dare fight on the behalf of some orphan with no significant background.

Qiao Chen rode in one of the senior officers' hover vehicles to the First Legion Base. He felt that in his previous life time, he could not see such a spectacular scene. The scenes of CGI'ed blockbusters of his past life didn't amount to even 1% of what he witnessed now. It only took 10 or so seconds of these sights to astonish him.

Qiao Chen followed the officers to a huge automatic sliding door. After both sides of the door slid open, Qiao Chen saw a laboratory in the shape of a semi circle. This location was large enough to accommodate thousands of people. The walls had hundreds of screens ranging for large to small displaying differing data. There were dozens of people, who seemed to be scientists, busily working on the screens. The abrupt entry of the officers and Qiao Chen did not disturb any of them at all.

Once again, with the officer leading Qiao Chen, they walked to the center of the room into a round glass pillar. This cylindrical elevator was similar to how a syringe looked. Then, the elevator lifted them to the top floor. Finally, the lift stopped. The doors opened opened, and they entered another room.

This was surprisingly a very luxurious bedroom. There were large curtains that separated the beautifully furnished living room from an inner area. Qiao Chen was still observing his surroundings when the officers pulled the curtains opened. Qiao Chen's eyes jumped over to their movements and a wide variety of medical instruments arranged on the bedside. He looked on the large bed.

An exceptionally handsome man lay quietly. The shape of his imposing figure could be seen even from afar. Even when the frail body lay quietly, a prestigious and grand aura can be felt. Qiao Chen speculated that this man should have fallen into a severe coma; therefore, needing to rely on so many medical devices and equipment to survive.

"This is the General Aunan Andrei. He was injured in the last conflict and has already been in a coma for over a year." the officer told Qiao Chen.

Qiao Chen couldn't suppress the shock he felt in his heart. The effort he exerted to maintain a look of calm composure completely collapsed. An incredulous look flashed across his face as he focused on the man on the bed.

Imperial General Aunan Andrei had the Emperor's highest authority and was the only person in the entire empire that could operate the AA class mech. General Aunan Andrei was the guardian of the empire. Other countries on the universe didn't dare to be rash and invade only due to his influence and strength.

Over a year ago, it was said that the Fingarra Empire, whom developed a weapon strong enough to rival against the AA class mech, was defeated against the general's assault. Although the battle ended with the Fingarra Empire's catastrophic defeat, no one would have expected that General Aunan Andrei, also known as the Godly Emperor, had collapsed as well?

If this information were to be leaked, the entire empire would immediately fall into mass hysteria. Other countries would probably take this opportunity to invade too.

"Why are you telling me this?" After recovering from his shock, Qiao Chen thought that this was the most puzzling thing. The Imperial General falling into a coma for more than a year must be the empire's biggest military secret. Why would they allow an ordinary doctor know such classified information?

"Your assistance is required in order to rescue the imperial general." The officer's serious expression and resolute gaze showed that he was not lying to him.

"I have only attained a medium rank on the abilities index. These are all advanced equipment that I cannot operate. I'm afraid that I am unable to resuscitate the general." Qiao Chen said. He to quickly assume the equipment's level because the First Legion most certainly would have had the highest ranked military doctors treat the Imperial General. Furthermore, those busy scientists from the first floor should have also have also exerted a great effort in order to save the general. If all of these people couldn't do it, how could he?

"Since we came to you, then it is undeniable. You are able save him. Furthermore, you don't need to manipulate these devices. You need to do something else." The commanding officer led Qiao Chen past the curtains and back to the living room sofa. He intended to speak to Qiao Chen in detail once they settled down.

"Following the High General's coma, regardless of the numerous methods we used to treat him, he did not wake up. All of the general's physical injuries have healed, but still he has not awoken. This was the conundrum we faced. We've gathered critically acclaimed scientists and doctors throughout the entire empire to research different methods to resuscitate the general. After dozens of experts- who were at the top of their field- worked for half a year, they found that the reason for the coma was because the general's soul was trapped. They deduced that his soul was in a different time and space. It wasn't able to return on its own. We need you to go to those universes to bring the general's soul back."

If Qiao Chen was not a transmigrator, he wouldn't have believed such a claim. Sp the bigger question now was, 'How would someone even go to a different time and space to save a person's soul?'

"Why do you believe that I'm even capable of doing this?" Qiao Chen questioned. He felt the faint sensation of an inexplicable sense of guilt flash through him. 'Could it be that they found out that I am a transmigrator?'

"Half a year ago, we began comparing the entire country's citizens' brain waves with the general's soul and brain waves that are located in these different universes. After repeated trials, we found that you have matched with the highest compatibility percentage. Therefore, you are the only one who is capable of smoothly transitioning to a different universe and encountering the Imperial General's soul to save him."

'No wonder… Six months ago, the hospital began testing their doctors' brain waves every other month. They long zeroed in their effort and attention on me.' This realization caused Qiao Chen to shudder. How creepy.

Qiao Chen wanted to refuse. Even if his soul passed through a different dimension once before, he didn't know what the vital circumstances and necessary preparations were needed to artificially replicate another soul crossing. No one knew whether there'd be any accidents or mishaps. However, the commanding officer already revealed all of this classified information to him. He had better comply with all that they asked of him. Furthermore, the military did not ask him for his input or advice. They were merely informing him of the matter.

"You're talking about jumping dimensions, but how does that happen? Are there any hidden dangers?" Qiao Chen questioned. He knew that he didn't have any power to refuse. He already knew the empire's greatest secret, so even if he didn't agree… Well they would find a way to make him agree. However, he still had to ask a few questions to thoroughly understand the situation.

"In order to enable the souls of the most qualified people to shift into different dimensions, we have created a soul transport system. In this system, we've set up numerous programs that will allow you to smoothly transition the General's Soul back. One of these programs will allow the system will link your mind with the knowledge of this universe's knowledge spanning hundreds of millions of years. As for the safety, you needn't worry. You alone are the only person in this entire empire who meets the qualifications. Therefore, in order to rescue the High General, we will do everything in our power to guarantee your safety."

"Can I refuse?" Qiao Chen asked with a little bit of hope. He was not a noble person. To save the High General was to save the entire empire. He wasn't that kind of person and didn't have the spirit of sacrifice. Although he usually maintained a gentle way of communication with others, only he truly understood the extent of his innate apathy.

"From our previous investigations of you, we know that you are an intelligent person. It should be very clear to you on whether or not you can refuse. If you can successfully retrieve the High General's complete soul, I will promise you that after he wakes up, we will ask the Emperor to grant you a title. Furthermore, we have also installed a program within the system to strengthen your ability. Each time you pass through a new dimension and successfully complete the task your ability index will increase."

Qiao Chen inwardly sighed. They've begun by luring him in by temptation. If he didn't agree, then their next attempt would be through threats and coercion. Either way, the final results would definitely be the same; therefore, there is no need to have them shed all pretenses of cordiality.

"Then can I drop the title and instead receive a lump sum payment?" Although ordinary people could only dream of the glory of receiving a title, Qiao Chen absolutely did not want to squeeze into the upper ranks of high society. He'd rather take the lump sum, quit his job, and travel the universe.

"You can. At the moment you are successful, the money or title are all at your discretion."

The officer frankly accepted Qiao Chen's request. It was apparent that this High General was an especially crucial and influential individual.