He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

[Ding! Please travel through worlds to unlock your own mythological entries.]

Yunyi's forehead veins throbbed.

18 years.

He's been in this world for 18 years, and this system has never stopped.

Good news: We have a cheat code.

Bad news: The unlock condition is traveling through worlds.

Who designed this?

If he wasn't bound before transmigrating, then it doesn't count after transmigrating—so what about his 18 years?

[Ding! Please travel through worlds to unlock your own mythological entries.]

The system is still urging us.

"Fuck your mother?"

Yun Yi scratched his head in frustration, let out a heavy sigh, and carried the groceries he had just bought home.

Then he paused.

The little note tucked under the door is gone.

I have a habit of living alone, and I always carry a bag when I go out.

It's gone now.

Yun Yi's breath hitched, and he immediately took two steps back, turning on his phone's monitoring function.

A man dressed in black was sitting in the living room.

He took out his phone and dialed the first two numbers for the security bureau—

"Click."

The door opened.

One hand grabbed his collar, not with much strength, but with an irresistible urgency, and pulled him inside.

The door closed behind me.

Yunyi staggered a few steps, his back hitting the wall, spilling vegetables all over the floor, and the tomatoes rolled under the sofa.

A cold hand covered his mouth, the palm smelling of undried blood.

His voice was hoarse, low, and trembling with suppressed emotion.

"Please don't make a sound...please."

It's a woman.

The black bodysuit was torn in several places, and half of a mask hung crookedly.

His left arm was almost pierced through by something, the entire sleeve was soaked in blood, and there were charred burn marks on the edges of the wound. It was healing slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye—but that speed was very slow, much slower than the recovery ability of a normal superhuman.

She looked like she had lost too much blood.

The face beneath the mask was deathly pale, and cold sweat mixed with blood trickled down his forehead.

His breathing was rapid and broken, and with each breath, his shoulders trembled slightly.

Yun Yi's heart skipped a beat.

He knew there were superhumans in this world, but he never imagined he would be cornered in his home by an injured superhuman.

The woman stared into his eyes, her hand covering his mouth trembling.

I won't hurt you.

She spoke slowly, as if each word was a struggle, "Let me stay a little while... I'll leave in a little while."

After saying that, she let go of his hand.

It wasn't a reluctant release; I was truly exhausted.

Yun Yi looked at her.

She staggered, only managing to stay upright by bracing herself against the wall.

Blood dripped from his fingertips onto the ground, where it had already pooled into a small patch.

"you……"

Don't send me away.

Her voice lowered, almost a whisper, "They're still outside... I can't get caught."

Yun Yi remained silent for two seconds.

"You are badly injured."

"I know."

The woman slid down against the wall, a thin, long bloodstain visible on her chin beneath her mask. "But I can't die here...it would implicate you."

As she said this, she glanced at Yun Yi.

That look wasn't like a threat, it was more like—

A desperate person's last, wretched plea.

Yun Yi took a deep breath, feeling a chill run down his spine.

I'm just an ordinary person, and I've been inexplicably dragged into the battles of the superhumans.

One wrong step and you'll be dead without a burial place.

Depend on!

Are you kidding me?

He glanced at the door, then at the window, and finally caught sight of the woman—her gaze was fixed on his computer, her eyes filled with an almost obsessive urgency.

"You want to use my computer?"

The woman nodded.

"All I need to do is log in to one address and send one message."

"I won't touch anything else."

Yun Yi remained silent for a while.

He knew that by lending the money, he was being forced into this murky water.

Danger could strike at any moment, and you could lose your life in the next second.

But if we don't lend—

He glanced at the woman in front of him who was on the verge of death.

By lending him the money, he gained an opportunity.

An opportunity that may lead to a world of the extraordinary.

The only gamble is whether this woman is an ungrateful person.

He lived for eighteen years.

The system had bothered him for eighteen years.

We come into this world and accomplish nothing; at best, we are just living a life.

I gambled.

If I lose, I might get to travel through time again and activate the system.

He'd had enough of being bothered by the system for 18 years anyway.

"Use it if you want."

The woman struggled to walk over, but turned back as soon as she turned on the computer.

"password."

She spoke.

"password?"

"Your computer."

The woman paused, her voice slightly hoarse, "I can't open it."

Yun Yi hesitated for a moment, then walked over, bent down, and pressed the fingerprint unlock button.

The moment the screen lights up—

【The Paradise of Myriad Realms cordially invites you.】

Would you like to become one of us?

Yes

You have 10 seconds to choose. If no choice is made within 10 seconds, the default will be "yes".

[10...9...]

Several lines of semi-transparent text appeared out of thin air in the center of the screen.

Yun Yi blinked.

The words are still there.

She blinked again.

It's still there, and the button is even still flickering slightly.

He asked cautiously:

"Sis, is there any text on my computer?"

The woman glanced at him blankly, then looked back at the screen:

"What character?"

Yun Yi's heart sank.

Only he can see it.

Based on his years of experience reading online novels, this thing is most likely the Main God Space.

If so...

"that?"

The woman urged in a low voice, her fingertips tapping weakly on the table, "Can you hurry up? I don't have time."

Yun Yi looked at her.

His face beneath the mask was deathly pale, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and his right hand, which was supporting him on the table, was trembling slightly.

Blood was still seeping from the wound, and the chair armrest was stained red.

She looks like she's really about to collapse.

Yun Yi took a deep breath.

Regardless of whether it's the Main God Space or not, he has no choice now.

And if that's really the case, then—

Wouldn't that unlock the entry perfectly?

Without hesitation, he tapped the flashing "Yes" on the screen.

The instant the fingertips touched—

The world froze.

The woman behind him remained motionless, even the droplets of blood hanging in mid-air, reflecting the faint light of the screen.

The wind outside the window stopped, and the dust floating in the air froze in mid-air.

The next second, the scene before my eyes receded like the tide.

Endless darkness engulfed him.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted for a few seconds—or a few hours.

Then, the light returned.

He stood in a pure white space.

There is no sky, no earth, and no reference point.

There was only an endless expanse of white, soft yet not glaring.

Yun Yi looked down at himself—he was still wearing that crumpled T-shirt, and his pants were covered in dust from when he fell.

"Welcome to the Paradise of Multiverse Reincarnation."

A voice rang out from all directions.

It was devoid of emotion, like something synthesized by a machine, or like the overlapping whispers of countless people at the same time.

A ball of light appeared three meters behind me.

The size of a basketball, gleaming silver, slowly rotating.

"What are you?"

Yun Yi took a step back, then forced himself to stand firm.

The ball of light did not answer, but instead broadcast in that ethereal voice:

Name: Yun Yi

【The Paradise of Myriad Realms: Newcomer】

Points: None

[Current Cycle World: 0]

"You can call me 'The Guide to Paradise'."

The ball of light flickered slightly. "Every newcomer goes through this step."

"The Paradise of Myriad Realms..."

Yun Yi repeated, "What do you do?"

The guide's voice carried a hint of pride:

"It takes growth as its essence, reincarnation as its path, and transcendence as its goal."

Yun Yi was completely confused.

Speak like a human.

The guide remained silent for two seconds.

"In short: You will travel through countless worlds, competing with other reincarnators in each world, plundering worlds, and killing each other."

"Survive, become stronger."

"Death, utter annihilation."

"Complete extinction?"

Yun Yi took a deep breath. "Can I refuse?"

"You have already chosen 'yes'."

"Do you have an option to refuse?"

"The process is not important, only the result matters."

Yun Yi almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fine, we're already here, crying won't help.

He stared at the ball of light and asked the question that concerned him most:

"Is it possible to go back to the original world?"

Yes. You can go back after completing the task.

Yun Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

The guide's voice rang out again:

[Newcomer tutorial complete. You will enter your first reincarnation world in one minute.]

[Please note: At least ten reincarnators will be deployed to each world.]

[Newcomer's Mission: Kill all nine other reincarnators.]

Only by becoming the strongest in the world and controlling the entire world can one return.

The world's rule: fairness.

[To maintain balance, the strength among those who reincarnate.]

The strong among the reincarnated are reborn as commoners, while ordinary people are reborn as nobles.

Starting from scratch, fair competition.

Yun Yi was stunned:

"What do you mean?"

[Literal meaning.]

You will be born into this world as a baby and grow from scratch.

Yun Yi's expression changed.

"Starting as a baby? How long would I have to stay in that world?"

The guide did not answer.

[Countdown begins.]

[Ten...nine...eight...]

"Wait! I have another question!"

[Five...Four...Three...]

Yun Yi gritted his teeth and quickly reviewed the key information:

Of the ten people, only one will come back alive.

If a strong soul is reincarnated as an ordinary person—if he has a system, will he be judged as a strong person or an ordinary person?

But before he could think it through...

The white light engulfed everything.