Pirate: It’s not a phantom beast, it’s a phantom god!

Chapter 2 A gift from heaven
Year 1491 of the Haiyuan calendar, the great sea route.

In the doldrums between a narrow strip of sea called the New World and the West Sea, three burning meteors streaked across the sky.

The tail flames of gold, red and indigo tore through the clouds and crashed towards an isolated island with divine power.

When the last ray of light dissipated, the hill on the north side had turned into a crater with a diameter of 100 meters. In the heat wave of the scorched earth, three petite bodies were slowly emerging.

The red and blue figures huddled at the bottom of the pit, their brows furrowed as if they were resisting some horrible nightmare. The golden figure in the center had a slight tremor in its eyes, and it looked like it was about to wake up.

Sure enough, in the next second...

His eyes opened, revealing crimson pupils that instantly took in the entire blue sky. The unobstructed view of the sky was indistinguishable from unfamiliar or familiar, but it was clearly an outdoor setting.

The girl lies on her back with her hair flowing like liquid sunlight, casting tiny spots of light on her exposed skin.

"A strange sky... uh, not the ceiling." The moment the ethereal child's voice came out, the blonde girl was stunned.

My fingertips stroked across my throat, and the feeling was like touching the warm sun in early winter, a little unreal.

"Why is my voice..."

This is a completely different voice from the one I remember.

Of course, due to the different transmission methods, 'He' actually doesn't know what his original voice sounds like, but it is definitely very different from the current one.

The ethereal feeling carries a touch of childishness, which reminds people of the hymns sung by the elves, as if it can cleanse the soul corroded by reality and turn it into clear glass.

Of course, this is only secondary. The most important thing is that it is a female voice, and a child's voice.

A strand of golden hair caught inadvertently from the corner of my eye further confirmed this.

This is not his own body, or rather, this is not the body of the male human named "Youling".

Not only that, the golden figure soon discovered his second abnormality.

There was no panic, no trembling. The girl was terrifyingly calm, as if this young body imprisoned eternal rationality.

Faced with an unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar sounds, and perhaps even an unfamiliar world, the consciousness within this body did not produce the slightest negative emotion. This was undoubtedly not very good news.

"It's as if my emotions have been suppressed, and my sensitivities have also faded. It seems the changes aren't just superficial." 'He' thought.

I moved my arms and didn't feel any stiffness or blockage. It was truly as easy as using one's own arm.

After confirming that there was no problem with his body functions, the golden figure closed his eyes and began to sort out the current situation.

[The environment has changed. This is most likely the so-called "time travel." I just don't know if it's time travel or space travel, or if this is still Earth.]
[The body has changed, which could be either 'reincarnation' or 'possession'. However, I haven't sensed any other souls in this body yet, nor have I inherited any unfamiliar memories, so it's hard to say.]
[My personality seems to have changed, but my memory hasn't changed much. My self-perception of myself as a wandering spirit hasn't changed either, which is a good thing.]
Thinking of this, the golden figure finally found an 'anchor point' and his brows relaxed slightly.

There is no way. Unlike other time travelers, those who travel through the body immediately know which world they have traveled to. Those who travel through the soul directly inherit the previous owner's memory, or simply get a so-called "system" as a guide.

My journey through time was completely in the dark. Everything was unfamiliar and everything inside and out had changed. I could only take the only memory that I could confirm belonged to the 'wandering spirit' as a starting point.

After sorting out his own situation, the golden figure noticed two small figures, one red and one blue, still unconscious on the ground.

When his gaze fell on the two unconscious people, a strange resonance rising from the depths of his soul told him that the two people in front of him were also [wandering spirits].

[It's incredible.]
It is a wonderful feeling to "see two other selves in yourself".

Looking at the familiar red and blue colors of the two little ones, he lifted his golden hair with his fingers and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully for a while.

The texture and feel are unlike ordinary hair; it is warm and delicate, like flowing gold. [Gold, red, blue.]
These three highly suggestive colors almost immediately reminded him of a word, and coupled with what he was doing before crossing over...

[No, we need to verify it again.]
He let go of his hands and let the hair fall back onto his body. The overly complete touch made "Him" unconsciously lower his head and see his naked body.

Without any shyness or other emotional reactions, "He" suddenly began to drive the strange power in his body.

The divine power of gold transformed into a white long dress with golden patterns, and a wing-shaped golden hair accessory appeared behind the left ear to hold up the hair. All this seemed so natural.

After doing all this, the golden figure bent down, picked up the other two little ones in each hand, and lightly jumped out of the crater under his feet. Then he turned his head and looked around, as if looking for something.

After fixing his eyes on a huge and smooth rock beside him, "He" gently put down the two little ones in his hands and placed his own hands on the rock.

Then, as "Him"'s consciousness moved, a golden flame thread appeared out of thin air and cut the huge rock in front of him horizontally.

The originally smooth rock became mirror-like in cross-section under the influence of high temperature and heat, reflecting the current appearance of 'Him'.

[As expected. Now at least the matter of the 'body' can be confirmed.]
Reflected on the rock mirror was a face that [Youling] was very familiar with - an anthropomorphic version of the Winged Dragon of Ra that he had sculpted with his own hands.

Moreover, compared to the inherent deficiencies in details of the figure, this face now has absolutely no flaws from any angle.

However, compared to the original figure's appearance of seventeen or eighteen years old, this face now looks obviously younger, probably only about ten years old.

[Is my appearance childish because my soul has been divided?]
Feeling her body had obviously become much smaller, the girl suddenly remembered the feeling of her soul being torn apart before she lost consciousness. Combined with the two "wandering spirits" lying at her feet, she figured everything out almost instantly.

The golden figure took another look at the other two little ones he had placed by the rock. As he expected, they were very "familiar" and even younger, probably about eight or nine years old.

Yu-Gi-Oh! Time travel, soul ripping, splitting into three, three mythical gods, figurines...

"A man named 'Youling' traveled through time while playing Yu-Gi-Oh! His soul split into three and merged with the powers of the three mythical gods. He then used figurines as bases to reshape his body to match his soul.

"And I, in turn, inherited one-third of Pterosaur's power." The golden wandering spirit reasoned as such.

The correct answer is undoubtedly true. A perfect body that can accommodate the power of God after being reshaped naturally has a mind and talent to match it.

After checking around the place, she didn't find any strange things like wings or tails growing on the body, nor did she find any energy strips like tattoos. The whole body was clean, which made her slightly satisfied.

After all, although the original figures made by You Ling are mainly human-shaped, some features of the original card paintings are still indispensable.

For example, her pterosaur body has wings, a tail and a divine ring.

Although these strange "accessories" look amazing, they are more or less a little uncomfortable for her as she has been an ordinary humanoid for more than 20 years.

If this body continues to grow, will those things grow with it? Or can they be controlled freely?
If I could control it, would I be able to completely “transform” into the original form of the Winged Dragon in the future…]
The little figure who had solved a big problem couldn't help but feel a little relieved, but soon fell into other increasingly strange thoughts.

The other two smaller figures also began to slowly move, and soon they both woke up.

"Sky Dragon, are you betraying me again?! Quack! No, don't shoot me!"

"Um ↑ Oberisk! I didn't mean to use you as a sacrifice!"

The two little ones, one red and one blue, almost took off like a catapult, and sat up at the same time, stroking their chests in shock.

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(End of this chapter)