Yuxuan slowly regained consciousness. As soon as he woke up, his head was filled with a chaotic ringing sound.
In an instant, his previously disordered mind was jolted as if connected to a circuit board, and his thoughts instantly cleared up.
"Purify..."
"Purify... Purify..."
"Purify, purify, purify, purify."
An ethereal voice gradually battered his mind, making his heart deeply uncomfortable.
"So loud, so loud. What on earth is this enigmatic whispering? Listening to it breaks my heart and leaves me freezing cold."
What is wrong with me? What is this chilly sensation?
Didn't I fall from the tenth floor? I should be dead.
I am not a cat with nine lives; I just have one worthless life, take it or leave it.
Could this be my final flashback?
Well, at least it allows me to properly reminisce about my terrible life.
If heaven would just give me another chance, I would definitely tell that girl that I...
After Yuxuan quietly thought for another ten minutes, he realized a problem.
Are flashbacks really this long? He had already thought through everything from his childhood to the present.
Then there is only one explanation...
My good brother, I am still alive! Your damn graduation thesis was actually real!
Yuxuan began to concentrate fully on sensing his current physical condition... He only felt that his surroundings were wet and sticky, as if his entire body was tightly wrapped in a thick, viscous liquid—or rather, that he himself was that puddle of liquid.
Could it be? A Slime!
According to what he had read—oh, that should be from his past life now.
According to the tropes of his past life, he would have a system-like existence; maybe he could reach the peak just like them.
Thinking of this, Yuxuan grew increasingly excited, as if he could already see a bright future beckoning to him.
He seemed to feel his hands and feet moving.
Raise his head, puff out his chest, stick out his butt, kick his legs, wave his hands, spin around.
Such a strange feeling. It felt lagging, like a bad network connection, half a beat behind.
He always felt this wasn't his own body, as if there was another presence.
Huh? Why is it so loud around here? It sounds like the noise of an advancing army. This formation sounds massive—are they fighting a war?
Yuxuan could sense that he couldn't open his eyes right now, and he couldn't figure out the situation.
Yet he could hear sounds. Was that from eight hundred meters away?
Wait, since when did his hearing become so good?
As time passed, his hearing grew increasingly sensitive and clear. Not only could he hear the crisp and pleasant chirping of birds in the sky, but he could also capture the sounds of various animals running on the ground, and even the explosions coming from afar reached his ears completely.
Explosions?
Gurgle, gurgle...
What is surging up?
These black slime fluids are continuously merging into his body. This feeling is like...
Layer by layer, wrapping around your heart.
Yuxuan could feel his veins throbbing, icy cold, so refreshing.
So comfortable... It felt like ascending to the heavens!
Eh? It seemed like he could see now.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Light Orbs carrying a sacred aura flew in from afar.
Light Orbs? That must be something similar to magic. It looks like this world really might be about swords and magic.
I really have been reincarnated!
Wait, no, why is it flying toward me? It's going to hit me!
Yuxuan instinctively threw a punch to collide with the Light Orb. He originally thought it would hurt very much, but it seemed nothing happened. His fist made a sizzling sound and emitted wisps of white smoke.
Yuxuan finally saw clearly. That was his own arm, massive and bloated, even dripping with pus. The pus dripped onto the ground and made contact with the lawn, instantly corroding and turning black.
Is this me?
Yuxuan felt as though his head could move now. Clueless, he discovered that his field of vision was very wide—or rather, he was very tall and could see very far away.
"Roar!"
Deafening. Looking around, countless bizarre creatures surged like a tidal wave. They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, wearing ferocious expressions and exuding a suffocating aura.
These creatures came in all shapes and sizes. Some had bodies as huge as hills, while others were as small and delicate as ants; some were covered in hard scales that flashed with a cold light, while others grew sharp fangs and razor-sharp claws that made one's hair stand on end.
"War cries!"
Resonating through the heavens and earth, ahead of them, a troop of Knights clad in silver armor abruptly appeared. Their momentum was majestic, the warhorses beneath them galloped and neighed, and the long swords in their hands flashed with cold light. Facing the aggressively approaching Monster legion, the Knights showed no fear; they resolutely drew their swords from their scabbards, preparing to welcome this battle of life and death.
What kind of battle is this? Whose body is my consciousness in right now?
"The consciousness of the middle head has recovered. Prepare to flatten this place!"
What language is this? Why can I understand it? It sounds so obscure.
The middle head?
Wait... I don't have just one head?
Yuxuan looked to his side in shock and was astonished to discover that a head had actually grown on each of his left and right sides! They looked extremely bizarre, just like round balls embedded with a scarlet, glaring eyeball.
"Growl!"
The first head abruptly opened its bloody maw, violently spewing an extremely dense aura from within.
Those Monsters engaged in fierce combat with the Knights were instantly enveloped by this black smoke.
The black smoke invaded their bodies like demons, and in a split second, the sizes of these Monsters became unimaginably huge, as if they had expanded several times over.
The Knights slain by the Monsters instantly turned into white smoke, drifting toward his body.
Here it comes again, again! This pleasant feeling made him a hundred times more comfortable; all the cells in his body felt like they were boiling—it was just like restoring mana!
So thrilling! So thrilling! I get it now. I am the leader of these Monsters; I am the Demon King! Even though it's this kind of battle right off the bat, it doesn't matter!
Yuxuan tried to drive the Monsters beneath him. Receiving the command, the Monsters rushed toward the city, leaving complete devastation in their wake.
He enjoyed the pleasure brought by this destruction, and the evil in his heart continued to spread. Since I am the Demon King, I will do what a Demon King is supposed to do!
The ends of Yuxuan's arms gradually grew larger, covered with many small black spikes, just like a meteor hammer.
He ruthlessly reaped those weak lives. The people who were struck screamed and fell to the ground one after another, the scene turning into a bloody mess.
Fireballs, boulders, and countless attacks struck Yuxuan's body.
Was it useful? Useless!
The left head once again strengthened his subordinates, and the old man in white robes in the distance became the primary target of attack. Presumably, he was the core of the attacking force.
Gurgle, gurgle... Like a water pump, [energy] surged into his arms.
His arm transformed into a giant pickaxe. Yuxuan swung hard, detaching the pickaxe from his arm, kicking up a storm of dust and dirt around the old man's area.
Exhilarating!