"I am Murong Fu, descendant of the Yan State imperial bloodline!"
"I am Murong Fu, a well-rounded youth from the 21st century!"
"Since childhood, I have carried the mission of restoring my nation, practicing martial arts incessantly throughout my life and defeating countless foes. Yet, alas, such is fate; human effort cannot overcome the tides of destiny. In the end, abandoned by all, I became a mad emperor. That mission I once carried has finally been cast aside, and my life has reached its close. If I were to live again, I would want nothing to do with this quest for restoration."
"I was a model student since I was small, having aced every top-tier exam and solved more problems than I could count. Who would have guessed that after graduating from university, I would become a lowly engineer, cut off from the splendor of the world, with only novels and movies to lull me to sleep? Today, a bolt fell from the sky. I want to live—everything on my phone must never be leaked! I can lose my life, but I cannot suffer social death!!!"
It must be a cycle of fate, or perhaps a design of the heavens. I, Murong Fu, have been reborn, healthy and alive. But social death, it seems, was inevitable, for I have become the son of Murong Bo. I have been resurrected into the world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.
Lo and behold, I am being cradled by that great fool Murong Bo, who is currently forcing me to look at the Murong Clan’s ancestral supreme technique, "Moving Stars Across Dipper."
What? You want to ask what happened to the original Murong Fu?
What kind of transmigration doesn't come with a price? Sometimes the price is paid by a system, sometimes by the great entities who facilitate the crossing. The price for my transmigration, I suspect, was the original Murong Fu using his own soul to set off a firework.
It was the most beautiful firework I have ever seen in my life; it opened a window and tore a hole in the fabric of existence.
It was just like the fragrance of flowers in that year and that month, the girl from back then and there—the memory of my first love, my sister, who drew my soul away.
The joys of my past life have drifted far away. Now, all I can hear is the incessant muttering of Murong Bo. He even held the book right in front of my face, adjusting my head to force me to stare at the squares of text.
In my blurred vision, I could only see a large square. Meanwhile, Murong Bo’s voice droned on beside me: "Fu-er, this is the ancestral secret of my Murong Clan—'Moving Stars Across Dipper.'"
"I am truly defeated. How long have I been born? A month! And you're already making me look at martial arts manuals? I can understand what you're saying, but what one-month-old infant can make out written words? If I could control my tongue right now, I would surely curse you out, you old fool."
"I wanted to live, but I wanted to live as the youthful Murong Fu! I wanted to be resurrected to save the Murong Fu who could not afford to suffer social death! Who wants to live like this? I can't even move my... appendages..."
"Still ten more years... ten more years. After eighteen years, I’ll be a real man again! Ah!" Murong Fu struggled and tried, "Hmm..."
The result was a wave of warmth flowing down to his thighs.
Murong Bo sniffed the air, catching a familiar scent. "Sigh, Fu-er has wet himself again. I don't know why—every time Fu-er accompanies me to study martial arts, he wets himself, and the smell is getting stronger."
Murong Fu felt a headache coming on. What kind of one-month-old baby can give himself a fever? Your son is a prodigy, you old fool, don't you understand?!
Murong Bo carried the baby out and handed him to the wet nurse.
After the nurse changed his diaper—hehe, this was the moment Murong Fu enjoyed most at this stage in his life. As for why? You know!
Every time, Murong Fu would leave satisfied. As a nursing infant, accompanied by the scent of milk, he could never get enough.
The days of infancy—they are so peaceful and beautiful, though it seems there is nothing I can do at the moment...
Sigh, this bitter world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, this life of the tragic Murong Fu. How exactly should I live? How can I live a different life, one that isn't so exhausting?
Murong Fu, still feeding, closed his eyes to contemplate his future path.
Don't misunderstand; I, Murong Fu, did not close my eyes because the light was too bright while feeding. I was truly contemplating the meaning of life.