In Tokyo, the dungeon master

"Everyone will die, including me..."

One second ago, Gu Meng's body and the Tree of Life within his soul were swallowed up by the resurrected planetary god, returning to his great existence, leaving only a fragment of his essence as a wandering soul from beyond the boundary to escape.

The next second, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the notebook open in front of me.

"What does this mean? Is the Celestial Venerable about to be resurrected? Am I also a Celestial Venerable?"

Both sense of sight.

In my distant memory, the last time I had the same feeling was the last time.

It was many years ago, when the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei suddenly appeared at the intersection.

The feeling of dying is not pleasant.

But his second life in another world was quite exciting as well.

I thought that time travel was the only one, but I never expected that the miracle of being brought back to life would happen a second time...

What price will this miracle come from?

Gu Meng shook his head; his head was starting to ache.

Gu Meng also knew that it was only a dull ache now, but it would soon turn into a sharp pain, like having his skull opened up and then turned into a mess to make spicy hot pot.

As for why he knew, it was because that's how it happened last time.

Looks like I've transmigrated again. I hope this time there won't be some kind of supernatural god about to be resurrected, forcing me to work myself to death to speedrun through the tower and dungeon, endure three years of simulation and five years to become a god, constantly tormented and facing death again and again, only to die from a single misstep in the end...

"Aaaaah...it hurts even more than last time! Damn it!!"

Gu Meng almost groaned. After a moment, he thought to himself:

"Perhaps because my physical body was restored last time, this time it's my soul that's being restored, so the pain is even greater... I've burned to ashes, yet this remaining ember of my soul can still be restored completely—it's an inconceivable power... I can vaguely sense that it's this book that's healing me."

Gu Meng used his consciousness to close the notebook in front of him, and then noticed that the pure black cover of the notebook had a bit of the feel of the Death Note.

More importantly, his name, "Gu Meng," was already written on it.

It's hard to hold back.

OK OK.

Just like last time, when I transmigrated to another world, I started with a giant quill pen with my name engraved on it as a cheat code. This time, I started with a book.

Fine.

I hope it's not another despairing world... but it feels so similar to that kind of world, it's unlikely...

In addition, the phrase "Everyone will die, including me..." also appeared.

This looks like the world of "Lord of the XX" or "The Resurrection of the XX". It's hard to say which is more despairing, this one or the dark dungeon style from last time.

No, the more I think about it, the sharper my mind becomes.

The more pointed the head, the more it hurts.

Here it comes again... Damn it...

Unaware of his current situation, Gu Meng once again forced himself to remain silent.

This is no easy feat. After transmigrating, he plummeted almost ten steps in one go, going from being half a step away from becoming a god through the ritual to returning to being a mortal. It was only by sheer luck that Gu Meng didn't immediately fall into madness. Now, his condition is so bad that he can't control himself at all.

Countless past lives and even previous lives of my great-grandmother are about to surge forth.

Countless works and countless heroic spirits are erupting and being etched in an instant, along with countless raps and noises...

Gu Meng had never felt his humanity so abundant. He seemed to see Jin Shanshan swimming naked in the black mud, and he felt guilty for evading taxes for livestock and grass-eating!

A man only cries 14 times in his life: Brother Flash's dream shattered in Uruk, Brother Flash's dream shattered in Zero, Brother Flash's dream shattered... Sister Flash's dream shattered in Fuyuki, Sister Flash's dream shattered in Eindsworth...

Brother Shan is a maggot... Brother Han, Brother Li, Brother B, is it really impossible to watch A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality without a premium membership?!

You're always like this, you just shut up when faced with a difficult question... Go to hell!

What does it mean? !

The countless noises in his mind almost made Gu Mengchong faint.

Try to distract yourself by thinking about other things. What abilities does this book have this time? Has the cheat ability from my past life disappeared? What state am I in now? Why does something feel off? Did I not have any pre-existing identity memories this time either?

It hurts so much—but there's no point in thinking about it until we've gathered enough information.

It's even said that the more you think about it, the easier it is to die, like in "Lord of So-and-So".

In that kind of world, without a cheat code, you'd die the moment you landed, because you simply couldn't even think about it; knowledge is poisonous.

So Gu Meng tried his best to clear his mind and stop thinking about external gods...

Normal people, without special training, will think about things more and more the more they try not to. For example, seeing Gojo Satoru or a "Aion laughing emoji" and expecting him not to laugh is simply impossible.

If a normal person is asked not to think about what book "Lord of So-and-So" is, they will definitely start thinking about it.

Fortunately, Gu Meng wasn't a normal person. Until just now, he had added a layer of mosaic to his memories. Otherwise, what would have flashed through his mind would have been detailed information about the past in "Lord of Mysteries" instead of some Outer God in "Lord of So-and-So"!

……

Wait a minute, are you already thinking about it?

This knife of mine is coated with deadly poison!

Jade knife, lick it!

……

"Hmm, it's over. Much more intense than last time... So he didn't die after all?"

Finally, the long, excruciating pain that would have made an ordinary person faint instantly subsided, and the brain, like a steel door that had just finished constipation, suddenly relaxed, with all the wrinkles smoothed out.

Gu Meng took a deep breath, overjoyed at the end of the growing pains following his transmigration.

"Alright, now we can finally figure out what kind of world we've been transported to."

Having had time travel experience, Gu Meng managed to calm himself down, gathered information, looked around at the room layout which was clearly set in a modern era, and at those very iconic objects, nodded, and tried to touch his chin as if deep in thought, but found nothing.

"BL novels, otome games, cosplay, magical girl transformation wands... It seems the owner of this room is a girl, or a transgender person possessed by a demon."

One more thing, if it weren't for anime and manga, all this Japanese... Am I in Japan? Is this still in China?

Despite his inner complaints, Gu Meng was still quite happy. He had finally returned to the modern city. Although the world he had traveled to before also had various advanced technologies, life there was definitely not as comfortable as in the modern world.

If given the choice of destination, most experienced time travelers would likely choose a modern setting. As for those who want to travel to ancient times, Gu Meng commented that those who haven't traveled before have no right to comment.

"But is this another parallel world? The sense of déjà vu is getting stronger and stronger."

Gu Meng was mainly worried that there were also evil gods here, as this time travel was too similar to the last one.

The place he traveled to last time used English, which was roughly similar to the Victorian era—since it wasn't an alien language, it must be a parallel world—that world also had Chinese, but the huge empire in the Far East in his previous life was blocked by barriers for a long time, and Easterners were very rare. Gu Meng had only read a few ancient Chinese books in his previous life.

Because countless memories flooded his mind after time travel, he regained a lot of knowledge that he had previously lost, including American and Japanese TV series he had watched. His English level suddenly jumped from purely test-oriented English to a usable level after time travel.

The same applies to Japanese; there's no need to worry about language barriers in Japan.

"I wonder if I'll have a new identity here after this time travel... My knowledge of Japanese is much less than my knowledge of English, so my accent might sound strange..."

If this world could quickly retrace the path of the Fire Sword using a cheat-like ability and ascend to a higher level of primal essence, then there would be no need to worry about those problems...

It would be even better if I were the only true superhuman in this world, haha.

After all, he had been given a second chance at life, his soul had been repaired, he had survived a great calamity, and he had escaped his previous terrible environment. Gu Meng was still somewhat happy and had high hopes for the future.

"Speaking of which, since this is supposed to be a Japanese girl's room, why am I here? Did I get a girlfriend after transmigrating?"

As if he had just thought of something, Gu Meng suddenly reached down and touched his crotch.

empty.

"Um??"

You tried to touch down there but found nothing?

"Wait, where's my gun? No transformation scrolls, please!"

Gu Meng looked down and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's still there. That explains why something felt off."

Gu Meng finally realized the situation; he had become a spirit, which can be understood as a ghost.

In addition, he saw that the golden finger quill pen from his previous life—which Gu Meng called the "Ancestral Pen"—had not disappeared. It was dormant in his sea of ​​consciousness, but could not be activated for the time being.

"Unlike the first time, this time my physical body is too closely connected to the world of my past life. It has already returned to a great existence and didn't travel through time with me."

Although it is currently a spirit traveling alone, its power is still very weak. Despite being such a low-level spirit, its intelligence has not been greatly damaged. This is probably thanks to that book; otherwise, such a weak spirit would have quickly lost its mind.

If one's own state were represented by data—

Just as I was thinking this, the mysterious black book suddenly opened automatically, and lines of small text appeared:

[Real Name: Gu Meng / Current Name: Donghai Yixin]

[Identity: A mysterious figure from the Donghai family, an unexpected presence, a stitched-together experience, a fateful choice, an identity that exists between reality and illusion. This background is still subject to change, but the history confirmed by the original Gu Meng cannot be altered.]

【Strength: 0】

[Agility: 0]

[Physical Fitness: 0]

【Spirit: 9】

……

[Bound Equipment: Ancestral Pen, a book that resembles Death Note (tentative name, subject to change)]

"Should I present the data in the way I prefer?"

With a thought, the book that resembled Death Note transformed into the Book of Ancestors.

"Not only that, but it also provided additional clues. Sure enough, the cheat system is closely related to my transmigration... Donghai Yixin..."

Gu Meng pretended to stroke his chin, feigning deep thought:

"My mental strength is currently exceptionally rare among ordinary people. I can even use experience to achieve some spell-like abilities and interfere with reality with my mental strength, but I still haven't embarked on the path of the Fire Sword and am not considered a true superhuman. In other words, the threshold for a superhuman's main attribute is 10."

"Speaking of which, since it's this type of cheat system, can it automatically issue me tasks, and I can get some points for completing them?"

"While the brush of my ancestors is useful—it can extract and condense all things into ink to write down various treasures and help me advance—the strength I gain through arduous cultivation and consuming magical potions is ultimately not as stable as strength gained through direct attribute points. I hope this cheat ability is even stronger than the last one!"

Having experienced the near-divine advancement he achieved in just a few years with the help of the "Ancestral Pen," Gu Meng still harbored some trust in such mysteriously obtained cheat codes and wasn't overly inclined to conspiracy theories.

Moreover, this is something you shouldn't overthink; the more you doubt, the faster you'll die.

If there really is some mastermind behind this, a powerful being from the multiverse conducting experiments with their cheat codes, and they find you suspicious and uncooperative, they might just kill you, you insignificant ant. If you don't want to cooperate, there are plenty of others who do.

If he's lucky, and it's not some behind-the-scenes experiment by a cosmic god, Gu Meng will understand the "golden finger" as the world itself unconsciously recruiting heroes from other worlds and distributing powerful weapons to them in order to prevent the end of the world.

After all, that's how it was written in Japanese isekai anime from my previous life. Every time a hero transmigrates, they all have some kind of cheat code, like the hero with the stick or the hero with the shield. So Gu Meng is the hero with the pen, which makes perfect sense.

Or it could be a setting like reincarnation, destiny, or the Great Luo Immortal's eternal proof, where the future self gives benefits to the past in order to make up for regrets.

However, considering that the previous world ultimately met with its own demise, and that he was unable to save anything, it probably isn't true.

Gu Meng couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he thought of his friends and subordinates from his previous life.

He's called the child of prophecy, the savior, but what exactly did he protect? Let alone ordinary people, even his closest relatives—

Wait a moment.

"Could there be something... interesting" on this ancestral pen.

Gu Meng was delighted by this.

Let's not think about that for now, because it's pointless to think about it if we're not going to become extraordinary.

Gu Meng set a small goal for now: since he had transmigrated again, he would first find out about the local situation, figure out the abilities of this book, and then try to become a superhuman again as soon as possible, become a mid-sequence, and then find a way to reshape his body. He was still too unaccustomed to not having a physical body.

Finally, I hope there will be no end of the world.

Just then, the sound of a lock being opened came from the doorway.

"Is she the owner of this room? She doesn't seem dangerous; she should just be an ordinary person. I wonder what her relationship is to me in this world?"

After being reborn in his previous life, Gu Meng also gained a new identity under the arrangement of fate. Just like Klein gained an older brother and a younger sister, he was the ancestor of a magical family and had many descendants. The first human he met in his previous life was his grandson.

However, in this world, since I have become a spirit, the identity I am assigned may be even more ancient.

If the process is exactly the same in both time travels, and an identity is automatically acquired, then perhaps this human is one's descendant?

Gu Meng remained silent, first storing the ancestral book in his sea of ​​consciousness and placing it together with the ancestral pen—indeed, they were treasures of the same type.

These two items felt too similar to him; they were bound equipment, used in the same way, and could be retrieved at will even if one did not become a superhuman.

While thinking, Gu Meng recalled the common spell-like abilities of low-level spirits that he had seen but never used in his previous life. He mobilized his mental power and successfully activated a transparency spell.

After all, he was once a near-god-level being, so even if he had never been a ghost, he wouldn't need to learn such tricks again.

Although the activation was successful, it was only a spell-like ability. Spirits have a slight advantage in this kind of spell, but with his current weak strength, any creature with extraordinary magic power or high perception, or even humans in the Far East system who are born with the ability to see ghosts, could see right through him.

But since the person who came did not possess any magic in Gu Meng's perception, there is a high probability that he can deceive them.

The woman opened the door and came in. Gu Meng heard the sound of the light being turned on outside, as well as the sound of heels clicking on the wooden floor—high heels.

Then came the sound of an outer garment being removed, perhaps a suit jacket?

Since they are high heels, they couldn't possibly be from a man.

Are you an office lady who just got home from get off work?

Looking at the surroundings, Gu Meng had initially assumed the room's occupant would be a female high school student.

Soon the woman arrived at the bedroom door and stopped.

Although the door wasn't open, at such a close distance, Gu Meng could use his mental power to see through things, but it wasn't as clear as direct observation; it was like the world seen through the eyes of someone with nearsightedness.

Shaking his head, Gu Meng realized he hadn't experienced such a faint mental perception in a long time.

In my perception, the woman outside the door was tall, with a full hip and shapely legs; she did not look like a warrior.

Her skin was a delicate, cool white, and the shirt on her chest was stretched into a soft curve by her breath. Her long hair was loosely tied to one side.

Unfortunately, Gu Meng could tell that she had given birth before, and no matter how good a married woman was, she wasn't Gu Meng's type.

However, widows can.

If her husband is still alive, she's a minotaur; if her husband is dead, she's pure love. Gu Meng is a warrior of pure love.

In my past life, I had a subordinate named Lady Audrey, whose husband died after she poisoned him herself.

Of course, if the person who came was indeed a descendant of the original character, Gu Meng wouldn't have any designs on him, even if the person was in his good ball zone.

In his previous life, he, a yellow-skinned man, became the ancestor of a group of white people. Gu Meng accepted this absurd thing very naturally and treated everyone like his grandson.

The main idea is to play whatever role you are given.

What's even more absurd is that people actually believed it. Even the "Ascended Ones" didn't notice that Gu Meng's appearance was clearly not British. Everyone took it for granted that he was the ancestor of that magical family, even though he was an Eastern alien who appeared out of nowhere.

This time, if there are grandchildren in Japan as well, they will at least be of Asian descent, making the performance less of a burden.

The door was opened.

Then, the lights in the room came on.

After the door was opened, the married woman's expression changed slightly, and she opened her mouth slightly.

Then, seemingly normally, he looked around, paused on the bed in the room for a while, and then took a deep breath.

This time, Gu Meng saw the woman with his own eyes, not through the door, and could see her face clearly. He had to admit that the woman in front of him might really be in his favorite spot; she was simply too beautiful.

In addition, Gu Meng confirmed one more thing: although the owner of the room should have a good figure, it was far from as huge as the one in front of him, and the clothes in the room did not belong to this married woman.

It would be too tight on her skin if she wore it.

Perhaps the room belongs to her daughter or sister?

"Chihana... hasn't she come back yet...?"

The married woman looked around the room again, as if confirming something, took another breath, and turned off the light again.

Just as she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave the room.

"Wait a minute, madam."

Gu Meng suddenly deactivated his spell-like ability.

"You...you can see me, right?"

Although it was a question, Gu Meng used an affirmative tone.

He wouldn't have jumped out if he wasn't certain he had been exposed.