Shared Talent: Traveling through a hundred worlds simultaneously

Before him stretched an endless wasteland, the wind whipping up crimson sand that lashed against Su Chen's face, carrying a strange smell of rust mixed with a sweet, metallic scent.

He had just finished processing the memories that weren't his own when a chill ran from his tailbone to the top of his head, and his limbs became icy cold.

This is not any kind of high-martial arts world that he knows.

The "martial arts" here is similar to "dance," but it is by no means as elegant as dance.

The fragments of memory are filled with bizarre and fantastical scenes: a powerful figure writhes madly in the center of the battlefield, his posture strange as if in a spasm. With his "dance steps," space is distorted, and the opponent's form collapses and is reconstructed.

There was a learned scholar who devoted his life to studying the classics and exploring the ultimate principles of martial arts, but at a certain moment, he suffered from knowledge overload, and his head exploded like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white ink all over the books.

Even more extreme, in a clash between two top masters, the loser doesn't bleed profusely, but rather, under an inexplicable force of rules, their body softens, their bones reshape, their Adam's apple disappears, their chest swells, and ultimately, under the indifferent gaze of the victor, they transform into a naked woman with empty eyes...

The martial arts of this world are close to a chaotic "Revolutionary Era," where the pursuit of truth is filled with uncontrollable distortions.

The higher one's knowledge and the stronger one's desire for knowledge, the easier it is to fall into the abyss of losing control, either going mad, dying, or transforming into another form.

What chilled Su Chen to the bone the most was the world's mainstream method of "reproduction"—defeating an opponent, transforming them into a woman, and forcibly perpetuating one's own or one's race's genes.

Many once-renowned heroes, after their defeat, became the "spoils of war" of the victors and were forced to take on the responsibility of procreation.

This is not only a physical conquest, but also the most thorough trampling of the spirit.

“They’ve gone mad…they’ve all gone mad…” Su Chen muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

He had initially looked forward to the extraordinary power he might possess after transmigrating, but now all that remained was intense fear and repulsion.

Pursuing power?
Look at those crazy dancers, those explosive scholars, those losers whose genders have been forcibly reversed!
This power itself is a curse!
He wanted to be an ordinary person, to survive in this chaotic world.

But the thought was quickly crushed by a deeper despair.

In this world where crazy people abound, what are ordinary people?
The aftershocks of a battle between the strong might be nothing more than a frenzied roar or a distorted force field, enough to cause mortals within a radius of several miles to explode and die, or... be collectively transformed.

One scene in my memory is particularly clear.

After a certain overlord known as "the one who can control mountains and rivers with his fists" was defeated, all the men within his territory who had a blood connection or a connection to his martial arts, regardless of their strength, all developed feminine characteristics overnight. The weaker ones were transformed directly, while the slightly stronger ones gradually succumbed to the painful struggle.

It's a true case of "when gods fight, mortals suffer."

Here, the way to be caught in the crossfire is not just to be shocked to death, but there is a possibility that is more humiliating and soul-chilling than death—to become a woman, lose oneself, and become a tool for the reproduction of an enemy or an unknown being.

A chilling sensation gripped Su Chen's heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He looked down at his still male body, and an unprecedented sense of vulnerability and crisis crept over him like vines.

escape?

useless.

compromise?

It's a dead end.

Under this distorted rule, weakness itself is the original sin, a lure to attract the strong to "harvest" and "transform".

Fear, like venom, quickly spread throughout the body, but was forcibly suppressed at the heart by a sudden surge of fierce power.

Don't be afraid!
The more afraid you are, the faster you will die, or you will suffer a fate worse than death!
His eyes gradually changed; the initial panic faded, replaced by a desperate madness.

The corners of his mouth even curled into a twisted, almost neurotic arc.

“Ordinary? Stable? Ha…” He let out a low, cold laugh, which sounded particularly eerie in the desolate wind. “In this godforsaken place, the only way to live a normal life is to be more insane than all the lunatics! More insane than all the madmen!”

The pursuit of power is no longer for the purpose of becoming king or hegemon, but for the most primitive and fundamental purpose—self-preservation!
In order to protect his integrity as "Su Chen" and as a "man"!
In order to avoid losing everything in the most humiliating way one day.

He must gain power, power strong enough to crush everything, power strong enough that no one dares to regard him as a target to be "transformed".

If martial arts in this world are a crazy dance, then he dances the most frenzied and incomprehensible dance!

If knowledge is poison that can make people explode, then he draws strength from the edge of the explosion, maintaining a sliver of lucid madness amidst the distortion!

"You want me to stay a woman?" Su Chen clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, bringing a sharp pain that made him even more clear-headed and determined. "Then I'll just have to... beat you all down and turn you all into women!"

A soul that originally only wanted to live a peaceful life was forced by this crazy world to reveal its deepest malice and determination.

He looked towards the distant horizon, where distorted light and shadow seemed to be swaying, a dance of powerful beings.

Su Chen took a deep breath of the fishy-smelling air and started walking.

His steps, initially hesitant, quickly became steady, then took on a resolute, almost self-destructive quality.

He wanted to venture into this mad land to seek out that frenzied power.

In order not to become someone else's plaything, he must first become the biggest madman, the one that makes all the madmen tremble!

From this moment on, his martial arts were solely for destruction and survival.

In the hall.

"Kouya!"

"No way! This newbie's experience is too amazing! Holy crap, this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it!!!"

"I only read a tiny bit of the newcomers' memories in the first half, and I feel like my own memories have been tainted!"

"What kind of distorted worldview is this? The key issue is that this distortion is based on our very understanding, which is simply unacceptable to me!!!"

"This is truly a case of single-handedly taking down the entire world, literally taking it all down!!!"

Some of Su Chen felt excited, while others felt shocked!

Ultimately, most of them decided to have a proper appreciation of it later.

In such a chaotic world, they felt it was better to first look at the experiences of another newcomer.

After all, that newcomer's experience was based on growth without any added talent, only a cheat system, which is equivalent to reading a fan fiction. So let's look at the other one first.

Moreover, the world that the newcomer lived in was a world with no end in sight, a world that would greatly interest them.

As for your claim that the world of Against the Gods is not finished, that's because they are already invincible in that world, so even if it's not finished, it's still the same.

Another newcomer.

Xiaolin was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains. She groggily opened her eyes, and the dull ache of a hangover immediately gripped her forehead.

She sat up, rubbing her temples, and found herself lying on the sofa in her own living room, covered with that familiar gray blanket.

"woke up?"

A gentle voice came from the direction of the kitchen. Xiaolin looked up and saw her boss, Su Chen, coming out with two cups of coffee.

The man was dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers, with an upright posture and a calm demeanor as always.

"Mr. Su Chen?" Xiao Lin asked, somewhat bewildered. "What are you doing here..."

“You were too drunk last night.” Su Chen handed her a cup of coffee, a helpless smile on his lips. “You refused to let me take you home, insisting on going back to the company to work overtime. So I had no choice but to bring you back here.”

Xiaolin's face turned red instantly.

She vaguely remembered that there was a department dinner last night, and everyone took turns toasting each other. She got carried away and drank a few more glasses than usual... After that, things became unclear.

"I'm so sorry! I've caused you so much trouble!" She bowed quickly, almost spilling her coffee.

Su Chen chuckled: "It's alright, you have a pretty good drinking manner, you just talk too much."

Kobayashi breathed a sigh of relief and carefully took a sip of coffee.

The perfect temperature and sweetness made her feel much better.

“Speaking of which, I had a really strange dream last night,” she said casually, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. “I dreamt that I was on a hillside, pulling a sword out of a rock…and then a dragon appeared, saying it wanted to repay me by becoming my maid or something. What an absurd dream.”

Su Chen raised an eyebrow but did not respond immediately. He simply took a leisurely sip of his coffee.

“That,” he put down his cup, his tone calm, “wasn’t a dream.”

Kobayashi was stunned.

Just then, the kitchen door was pushed open.

A blonde girl peeked out, her two dragon horns gleaming slightly in the morning light, and a tail covered in scales swaying happily behind her.

"Is Master awake?" The girl's voice was clear and crisp. She was dressed in an exquisite maid outfit and held a spatula in her hand. "Breakfast will be ready soon! Today I made fried eggs, bacon, and toast, and I also made miso soup!"

Kobayashi stared in disbelief at the girl who had suddenly appeared, and the coffee cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," splashing brown liquid all over the floor.

"This, this is..." she stammered, unable to finish her sentence.

Su Chen bent down to pick up the cup, her smile widening.

“She said she wanted to repay you by working for you.” He gestured towards the blonde girl with his chin. “This is a privilege I, as the boss, don’t even receive.”

Xiaolin's gaze shifted back and forth between Su Chen and the girl who claimed to be a dragon, her mind completely blank.

The blonde girl, Tohru, strode up to Kobayashi, knelt on one knee, took her right hand, and her eyes shone with unwavering seriousness.

"I am Thor, the Dragon of the End. I have come to repay your kindness because you pulled out the Holy Sword and freed me from my bonds."

She solemnly declared, "From this day forward, I will serve you as your maid, forever."

Xiaolin opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She looked at Su Chen, who simply shrugged, giving her a "I can't help it" look.

"Wait, wait a minute..." Xiaolin finally found her voice, "Mr. Su Chen, what exactly is going on?"

Su Chen stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains, instantly filling the entire room with sunlight.

“To put it simply,” he turned back, a barely perceptible golden glint in his eyes, “you did indeed draw a sword last night and release the dragon. And now, she has decided to become your maid.”

Thor nodded vigorously, his tail thumping excitedly on the floor.

Looking at the surreal scene before him, and recalling his ordinary job as a programmer, Xiaolin felt his worldview collapsing and being rebuilt.

"I still can't believe it," she murmured.

Thor immediately stood up, spun around in place, his dragon tail deftly catching the coffee cup shards on the ground, and then patted the horns on his head.

"These are all true! I really am a dragon!" she said proudly. "I can do anything for my master! Clean, do laundry, cook, and even protect my master from harm!"

Kobayashi subconsciously touched the horn on Thor's head. The cold touch and hard texture made her realize that it was not a cosplay prop.

"So," Kobayashi struggled to process the fact, "I really have a dragon maid?"

“That’s right.” Su Chen walked back to the sofa and picked up his suit jacket. “And she seems very loyal. To be honest, I’m a little jealous. None of the employees in my company are this loyal.”

Thor proudly puffed out his chest: "Because Lord Kobayashi is my savior!"

Kobayashi rubbed his still throbbing forehead, looked at the enthusiastic dragon maid in front of him, and then at his relaxed boss, finally accepting this absurd reality.

“So,” she took a deep breath and turned to Thor, “what’s your name?”

“Thor! Thor, the Dragon of the End!” the blonde girl answered happily.

“Okay, Thor,” Kobayashi forced a smile, “Welcome to the family.”

Thor's eyes lit up instantly, and his tail wagged even more enthusiastically, almost knocking over the floor lamp next to him.

Su Chen watched this scene, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

As a being from another world, he had long sensed that this world held many wonders, but witnessing a dragon become his subordinate maid was still a rather interesting experience.

“It seems,” he murmured to himself, “that the world is more wonderful than I imagined.”

When he came into this world, he felt that he was different from others, and as a result, he gained a lot and acquired a large company.

However, when it comes to companies, he prefers to associate with mysterious and extraordinary individuals, as well as those who he knows resemble someone from his memory.

Therefore, I became a minor leader, which meant pretending to be a minor leader to contact Xiao Lin, and up until today, I actually encountered something interesting.

It wasn't that he didn't want to save the dragon; it was that he felt he should be different from Kobayashi.

Thinking about the interesting days to come, perhaps I could get in touch with something extraordinary through that. (End of Chapter)