Chapter 1: A Perfect Start!

Blue Star, Dragon Nation, Jinling City.

On the plaza in the suburbs, a dense crowd had gathered.

On their faces were complex emotions—nervousness, excitement—intertwined.

At the front of the plaza stood several figures.

One in a sharp suit was the Mayor of Jinling.

Another dressed casually, around the same age as the others, but even the Mayor and his people treated him with extreme respect.

“I don’t know how many years ago it was when a miracle descended upon Blue Star. Since then, every so often, countless people have transmigrated to other worlds, gaining limitless power.”

“The time for the next transmigration is about to arrive. According to reliable sources, the world this time is Lord World. Next, please allow Mr. Chen to explain further.”

The Mayor stepped aside, politely smiling at the young man next to him.

The young man stepped forward, cleared his throat, and spoke.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Chen Feng. I was the winner of the last Lord World. I’ll keep it brief.”

“In the so-called Lord World, each of you will awaken your own Exclusive Troop Type, expand your territory, conquer cities, and vie for godhood, immortality, and wealth. Everything you desire is there. All you must do is compete against humans from other planes. The winner gets everything. The loser—only death!”

In the center of the plaza, the man named Chen Feng continued his passionate speech, but the crowd had already become restless.

At the back of the crowd, Qilin listened, his heart stirring with excitement as well.

Today marked his eighteenth year since transmigrating here.

He had always thought this place was no different from the Blue Star he once lived on.

Now, it seemed, that wasn’t quite true.

But that only made things more interesting.

Becoming a god, immortality—who wouldn’t want that?

Besides, he had no attachments in this world and nothing to linger for.

The only thing he worried about was whether he’d be chosen in this transmigration.

As Qilin pondered, he suddenly caught sight, from the corner of his eye, of a white-haired girl standing across the street.

She stood tall and graceful, her long hair cascading like a waterfall.

Qilin had seen women before, but the girl gave him the feeling of a two-dimensional character stepped out of a manga.

As he turned his head to look at her, their eyes met.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished.

Strange.

Was it an illusion?

Qilin rubbed his eyes.

Other than the occasional passing cars, there was nothing there.

“This time, how many people will be summoned, and how many will survive?”

“This is both an opportunity and a calamity.”

“Heroes come from all walks of life, and fortune has its reasons!”

At the plaza’s center, a man was giving an inspiring speech, but at this moment, Qilin could no longer hear what was being said.

Everything around him began to blur.

He felt an unprecedented weightlessness until everything went completely dark.

He felt as if he was floating in infinite emptiness.

This familiar feeling was exactly the same as eighteen years ago.

I’m transmigrating!

[Welcome Lord Qilin to the Multiverse Battlefield!]

[Your territory is located on Lord Wan Island, island number 000526]

[Random troop draw in progress. Your troop type is: Farmer.]

[Random Lord ability draw in progress. Your ability is: Dao Law Incarnation.]

[Dao Law Incarnation (Active Skill) Skill description: Your incarnation possesses the ability to change its own race. While sharing life, it is an independent entity.]

[Lord Wan Island will continue to be protected, blocking invasions from native races, until it is fully integrated!]

[Congratulations on obtaining a territory. Current level: Low Grade Village]

The notifications flashed before his eyes, and Qilin’s feet landed firmly on the ground.

Four raggedly dressed Farmers stepped forward and knelt down.

“Greetings, Lord!”

But Qilin couldn’t bring himself to be happy.

Because these beggar-like people in front of him were not only the Farmers of his territory—they were his troop type!

Wait, I transmigrated, shouldn’t this kind of situation be for the protagonist?!

Whose protagonist troop isn’t some overpowered being? How did I end up with Farmers?!

“Get up, get up.”

Qilin waved his hand listlessly.

Then he turned to look at the few shabby houses before him.

Yes, this was his territory.

Beggar plus thatched hut—a truly invincible starting lineup.

He was just about to inspect them when he suddenly felt something strange in his pants pocket.

He took it out instinctively.

“What’s this?”

He looked down to find a black sphere in his palm, about the size of an egg, with a strange energy swirling inside.

[Wraith Origin: Contains a very pure Wraith power.]

[Note: This item can be used together with your ability.]

“Oh right, I have an ability too.”

Qilin hadn’t forgotten—he’d just thought it useless.

Was he supposed to create an incarnation of himself and use himself as a troop?

Even if he wasn’t weak in combat, it didn’t seem much better than a Farmer.

He focused on his body and quickly understood how to use the ability.

With a single thought, a figure identical to himself appeared before him.

The skill within him started its cooldown—it would be at least until this time tomorrow before he could use it again.

Looking at the “himself” in front of him, Qilin felt a strange sensation.

Their senses were interconnected.

He could control the incarnation’s actions, and with a single thought, could make it vanish.

This seemed quite different from the “independent entity” described earlier.

But now wasn’t the time to worry about that.

Because their senses were linked, he and his incarnation needed no extra communication.

The incarnation naturally took the Wraith Origin from his hand.

Only the four Farmers nearby stared dumbly at the scene.

The moment “he” held the item, an “absorb” option popped up—a reaction that hadn’t happened in Qilin’s own hand.

Without hesitation, Qilin pressed “absorb”.

At that moment, he felt his connection with the incarnation sever completely.

A surge of black energy enveloped it.

And then, the most astonishing scene occurred.

Slender fingers.

Pale, smooth skin.

Perfect manga legs.

White, waterfall-like hair draped over the shoulders.

Most absurd of all, not only had the clothes changed, but the height had shrunk.

“OBOJ!”

The girl screamed—a clear, melodious female voice.

At the same time, Qilin’s jaw dropped in shock.

She panicked, pulled at her collar, and blushed to her ears.

She touched her abdomen.

“My brother! My little brother!”

(Wraith Lord, Qilin)