Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 1: From a Foreign Land to Reincarnation
"……I'm back?"

Si Ming glanced at his hands, his brow furrowing slightly—his palms were fair and smooth, his nails soft and not hard. There were no scars, no calluses. Without a doubt, these were the hands of a student or an office clerk.

He did indeed have such hands.

But he also remembered that he had been swept away in a sudden traffic accident—transmigrated, reborn, and opened his eyes again amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood in another world. And after that, came the battle.

If you don't want to die again, you have to fight.

Fight against those hungry, bloodshot-eyed wolves.

Fighting against those short, dark-skinned, bloodthirsty hordes wielding makeshift weapons, who could be described as either goblins or gnomes.

They constantly battle those monsters that can spew fire, poison, and blade-shaped winds—whether they are magical beasts, chimeras, or classic wind wolves from another world.

Fight, fight, and then kill. With fists, with stones, with rusty blades picked up, with bone halberds stolen. Fight against all life that prevents you from being reborn in this other world.

Until his body grew stronger, until his martial arts skills became more refined, until his will could ignite a dark, soul-consuming flame on the blade, like the undead giant he had painstakingly defeated. And from that moment on, he finally truly felt alive.

"Nighttime Battle Aura"—that's what he called the power he had refined. Under the cover of night, this aura would remain silent and undisturbed.

Having acquired this power and integrated it into his fighting style, he transformed into a shadow assassin, gaining the strength to protect himself.

The treacherous other world was finally no longer an insurmountable obstacle. He finally had the right and the means to act with peace of mind. And just as he had finally adapted to the rules of that world where enemies surrounded him, found a foothold, a place to belong, and was preparing to consolidate his strength before unleashing his full power…

--I'm back.

—I actually came back?
He was wearing the casual clothes he wore when he confronted the dump truck before his transmigration. He was lying on a soft hospital bed. Several other strangers were also lying in their beds in the room, seemingly asleep judging from their breathing and heartbeats. Outside the room, a blonde, blue-eyed nurse hurried past in the corridor.

When did hospitals in third-tier cities start hiring Europeans and Americans as nurses? — That's not important.

The important thing was that he had indeed returned to Earth, and his body had indeed recovered. The scar on his elbow from a bicycle accident in middle school was exactly the same as before. And the energy that had surged within him, the power honed through countless battles, was—

"Hmm?" The five fingers gently clenched.

The soft hands of the clerk held a powerful grip that could easily dent the iron bed railings. Her mind was clearer than ever before, her senses sharper than anticipated—even more acutely than in the other world.

So that's how it is. It's not restoration, but fusion. The powerful body from another world has merged and become one with the mortal body from Earth. Even the dark aura flowing deep within the body has increased slightly with the overlap of body and soul.

—So you've reached the rank of a knight... It's just a pity about all the equipment and treasures I finally managed to collect.

Si Ming closed his eyes and released his grip. He felt the slow, invisible force surging within his body. The familiar winds of Earth even seemed somewhat strange to him. But he no longer felt as if he were in another world, constantly surrounded by danger.

It's good to be back in my hometown.

At the very least, it could be a thrilling urban fantasy story about the return of a powerful urban dragon king.

It's a bit of a pity. I had clearly adapted to fighting, adapted to slaughter. The blood in my nostrils tasted sweet and refreshing. The stench of rotting corpses no longer made me nauseous. The graceful movements of my limbs when wielding weapons gradually became enjoyable, and the pleasure of defeating powerful enemies was satisfying—yet I, in this state, had returned to this peaceful homeland from that dog-eat-dog world without warning.

That's a bit too dramatic.

"call--"

Take a deep breath and relax your heartbeat and muscles.

Just treat it as a vacation, a period of rest. Maybe after a while, I'll return to that nameless, dark wasteland, just like I used to.

calm.

—Don't bring the custom of cutting everything you encounter in another world to peaceful Earth.

calm.

—Don't smash everything you see. There are no puppet soldiers hiding in the bushes, nor so many rotting, vicious dogs lurking behind wooden crates and barrels.

I'll start by saying hello to the other patients in the room and getting back to the rhythm of life. And I must also repay the kind person who brought me here from the dump truck accident scene…

His closed eyes snapped open. A standard 21st-century white-collar smile appeared on the young man's lips. He propped himself up on his hands, intending to get out of the hospital bed. However, only then did he notice something strange and unsettling.

When did a black watch appear on my left wrist?
His thoughts were somewhat jumbled, fragmented memories flooding his mind. He felt as if he had seen this situation somewhere before. Perhaps in a movie, perhaps in a novel. And this meant—

The voice sounded.

An unfamiliar voice.

"Alien vs. Predator 2? What, this movie?! When did it come out as a sequel?"

Si Ming suddenly turned around.

He clearly saw three blurry figures suddenly appear in the center of the ward. They were all dressed in a way that was out of place with the current environment.

How could this happen to Earth?
Or is this place not actually Earth?

Thoughts clashed fiercely in his mind. His far clearer mind than ever before allowed him to grasp a crucial clue. The instant the three figures solidified, their vital points came into Si Ming's view. Si Ming then rolled out of bed, ensuring easy movement while simultaneously scanning his surroundings for anything usable. Three people, two men and one woman. The young man in the middle wore shorts and a headband. A strangely styled katana hung at his waist. One side of his bangs obscured his right eye, making him look like a ninja character from a Japanese anime. His aura was the most striking, and Si Ming could sense a faint warning sign emanating from his head.

To his left was a slightly chubby man of similar age, wearing a bulletproof vest. It was an American style, with a somewhat retro design. His belt held a pistol and bullets, and he was also carrying a rifle that looked like an HK416, but with so many accessories it resembled a Christmas tree.

On the right is a stylish woman carrying a small handbag with the outline of a women's pistol inside. Her face is exceptionally beautiful, almost as if it were generated by a photo editing software, and her figure is as perfect as if it were a two-dimensional creation. But apart from that, she has nothing else to offer.

All three possessed physical strength exceeding that of ordinary people, with steady breathing and unwavering steps. However, only the young man in the middle exuded a faint, yet subtle, aura of menace. Aside from this, the three shared only one other similarity.

They were all wearing black watches.

The people sleeping in the other hospital beds also had the same decorations on their hands.

Pearls of memory strung together, forming a bundle with previously heard and seen intelligence. Infinite flow, reincarnation worlds, main quests, genetic locks—many terms previously only seen in beast-fighting arenas have become tangible realities. Now, there is still one thing to do—

"A newcomer who's awake?" The young man in short clothes was the first to notice Si Ming, while the one who had been shouting earlier was the chubby guy in armor standing to the side—he raised his chin slightly and issued a command as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey, you, go wake up the others,” he said.

Si Ming's gaze merely swept over them indifferently.

"Let me ask you a question." His voice was unhurried, yet carried an imposing authority. "What year did you arrive here?"

He asked, and the chubby guy, who was gripping the gun tightly, had already spoken up instinctively.

"Heisei 18... Why are you asking this!?"

"2007?" Si Ming frowned slightly. "Why were you sent to Japan?"

"Hey! Is this how you respect your seniors? Don't be so arrogant—" the young man with the knife said angrily.

The Sharingan. Or something similar.

Si Ming guessed the secret beneath his bangs, sensed the tension in his muscles and the movement of his fingers, and felt that some kind of special power was about to be activated.

'Thump—' The Japanese youth jerked his head back. A medicine bottle, which Si Ming had casually grabbed from beside the bed and tossed aside, slammed into his right eye like a slow-moving cannonball—

He dodged away.

The reaction was timely, but the movements weren't particularly fast. The body's parameters might be up to par, but ultimately, it still falls short in actual combat.

The medicine bottle hit the wall.

The loud noise made all the newlyweds, whether they were pretending to be asleep or still asleep, get up and look up.

The nurses outside the corridor remained oblivious to the commotion inside the ward.

The heavily armed chubby guy instinctively raised his gun, while the fashionable woman protected her face and chest.

A cracking sound rang out.

In the instant the young man with the katana dodged, Si Ming's figure shot out like a catapult. Avoiding any eye contact, a shoulder charge broke several of the young man's ribs. Si Ming casually removed the katana from his waist, not drawing it out, but instead sweeping it, scabbard and all, towards the chubby boy's throat!
'Gurgle—' 'Wah—'

A muffled groan followed by a scream.

The chubby boy clutched his throat and collapsed to his knees, while the young man slammed into the wall of the ward. Si Ming immediately stopped, took a step, steadied himself, and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the young man's head from the side!

The sound of bones cracking rang out again; the blow, powerful enough to smash a coconut, had successfully shaken the youth's reinforced skull. A minor concussion was enough to make him see stars and lose focus. He fell to the ground and tried to get up, but Si Ming had already strode forward and stepped on his head as he tried to lift it.

“First of all, I am Chinese.” Si Ming’s voice was clear and cold. “Secondly, I am very unhappy.”

I'm very happy, but also very unhappy.

I'm happy because I'm about to embark on another new battle. I'm unhappy because I've been thrown into the reincarnation world of the East China Sea team, who rescued people in 2007, and now I have to live with these nonsensical things for the next few days.

The fashionable woman screamed, her panic preventing her from making any potentially fatal moves. Meanwhile, at Si Ming's feet, the young man in shorts, who had recovered faster than expected, let out an angry roar.

"Don't get too cocky! You n—"

With a snap, his neck fractured, and his life and speech came to an end.

Si Ming raised his eyebrows slightly.

He really didn't expect to hear such a reckless term of address after 25 years. Ah... I forgot, it should still be around 2007.

But it doesn't matter, after all—

—【Reincarnator Si Ming killed one fellow Reincarnator in his team. 1000 reward points deducted.】

It really is the first generation of the Yuanzu, Donghai.

(End of this chapter)