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Chapter 1: The Worm of Time
A runaway dump truck suddenly veered toward the roadside, its tires screeching sharply against the asphalt.
The young man playing on his phone lifted his gaze from the screen and looked toward the source of the noise.
Seeing the massive vehicle barreling straight at him, his mouth fell slightly open, his widened eyes filled with terror.
Bang!
The world went dark.
…
Amon rubbed his head, his expression dazed.
Very quickly, that confusion turned into realization. He had transmigrated—twice in a row…
But I was clearly the one driving. Why am I the one who died?
The first time, he had transmigrated into one of the clones of the Dual God Amon, becoming part of "Amon."
It was not simple replacement, but a fusion.
With the transmigrator's memories and personality as the dominant force, he merged with the fate of that clone. He forgot his original name and only knew that he was "Amon."
Transmigrator Amon did not remain long in the world of Lord of the Mysteries—only two short seconds. The time and place of his arrival had been extremely unfortunate. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a vague, towering figure.
The figure wore a layered yet simple black gown adorned with countless stars.
She was as enormous as a mountain. From her ribs and waist extended two pairs of arms covered in short, deep-black fur, yet her face was beautiful and gentle, veiled with thin black gauze.
Majestic. Beautiful. Mysterious.
And deeply terrifying to the soul.
The Goddess of Night.
The instant he transmigrated, he had appeared in the Hornacis Mountain Range—right in the center of the battlefield between the Goddess of Night and the Dual God Amon.
A massive scythe swept across—
And then… there was nothing after that.
His memories of the world of Lord of the Mysteries ended there.
Only then did Transmigrator Amon realize what had happened. He had been deliberately sent into the Goddess's attack by the true body of Amon.
It wasn't surprising that the original Amon made such a choice. An awakened consciousness within another's body was a method of the "Old Ones."
The mysterious Amon had mistaken him for the revived consciousness of the Celestial Worthy. In the midst of a divine war, with no spare attention to verify the truth—especially during the critical moment of competing with Klein for the position of Lord of the Mysteries—He had chosen the simplest and most brutal solution.
He threw him into the most dangerous, most chaotic center of the battlefield to temporarily eliminate this potential threat.
He didn't even dare to steal the thoughts of this anomalous clone to probe further.
For a fleeting moment, perhaps even He had been thoroughly frightened.
Amon pinched the bridge of his right eye and sorted through the memories in his mind.
The transmigrator's memories were dominant. Amon's own memories were sparse—only knowledge related to the use of extraordinary powers. Aside from that, there were fragmented memories belonging to the body he now occupied.
Soul Masters. Soul Beasts. Spirit Hall. Heaven Dou Empire…
This was the world of Douluo Continent.
This body was currently twelve years old—a Level 13 Soul Master living in Saint Grace Village near Frostleaf City in the northern province of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Originally, his martial soul had been a fat green caterpillar. After Amon's soul entered the body, the martial soul mutated, transforming into a semi-transparent worm with twelve rings and starry patterns.
This was the Worm of Time, bearing traits of the Worm of Stars.
The original owner had been fortunate. Though only Level 13 and merely a commoner Soul Master, he possessed a hundred-year soul ring and an external soul bone.
The soul ring came from a two-hundred-year-old Thieving Monkey. Its soul skill concealed the external manifestation of his soul ring, producing no light or visual effects when activated, nor any fluctuation of soul power.
After the martial soul mutated, the soul skill also changed slightly, becoming similar to the ability granted by Sequence 9 of the Error Pathway—"Thief."
The altered soul skill granted Amon a permanent passive effect and an active ability.
Passive Effect:A slight enhancement to agility, bodily control, and control over soul power. As his soul power level increases, the enhancement will grow proportionally.
Active Effect:He can "steal" the manifestation of his martial soul, soul ring, and soul skills, rendering them undetectable. Others can only perceive the soul skill once it leaves his body. The "stolen manifestation" is stored within the soul ring and can be "returned" at the right moment to create an overwhelming display, intimidating opponents.
"Heh. Quite fitting…" Amon chuckled softly.
The soul ring system of Douluo happened to correspond one-to-one with the nine Sequences of the Beyonder potion system. Amon felt he could use the abilities of each stage of the potion pathway as reference when obtaining future soul rings.
The body's remaining memories were sparse, mostly concerning the village.
From these fragments, Amon learned little about the outside world.
However, Spirit Hall still existed, meaning the timeline was still within the first part of Douluo Continent. He felt it necessary to confirm exactly what point in time he was in.
That was important—it would determine where he stood in the future.
A creaking door interrupted his thoughts.
Amon frowned slightly. Who would visit at this hour? It had only just dawned.
He was about to head downstairs when he suddenly stopped.
Something was wrong.
Entering someone's home without knocking or permission was clearly not friendly behavior.
Feeling waves of weakness from his body, Amon's expression darkened.
The original owner had died last night. Before his death, he had drunk water that had been left sitting for a day. Amid intense abdominal pain, he lost his life.
And now, on the very next morning, someone had entered the house uninvited.
All signs suggested that the original owner's death was no accident.
Realizing this, Amon did not dare move recklessly. He even slowed his breathing, afraid of alerting the uninvited guest below.
Perhaps as a side effect of death and revival, his condition was extremely poor. Less than a tenth of his soul power remained. His body was so weak he could barely clench his fist.
Relying on the control granted by his first soul ring, he silently approached the staircase and crouched down, peering through the gaps toward the first floor.
An elderly man with a hunched back crept into the house, holding a long-handled fork. He wore a brown linen shirt and ill-fitting blue trousers that only reached halfway down his calves. The tip of his right shoe was torn, exposing two toes.
His hair was sparse. Brown spots covered his face. Loose skin sagged into deep grooves, and a fleshy tumor hung from his chin, making him look particularly grotesque in the dim light.
Amon immediately recognized him—the village's most despised drifter, Old Quinn.
It was said he had been born with half a level of innate soul power—barely enough talent to qualify as a Soul Master.
But due to his family's poverty, he had never received proper training. Now, at his advanced age, he was only a Level 6 Soul Scholar.
The original owner had little interaction with Old Quinn. Their most recent encounter was when Quinn had tried to borrow money and was refused.
Short of money, morally corrupt, and intruding at such a delicate time…
To Amon, the conclusion was obvious.
There was only one truth.
The one who caused the original owner's death—
Was Old Quinn.
The original owner had over a dozen gold coins. Some were left behind by his father; the rest he had earned himself.
In Saint Grace Village, that was a considerable fortune. Few households possessed that much savings.
Amon guessed that Quinn's greed had been stirred. Perhaps he had come to steal while the original owner was away but found nothing, then assumed the money was carried on him. So he poisoned the water.
After waiting a night, he returned early in the morning to claim his spoils.
Old Quinn's soul power was low, and he was aged and frail. Overall, he was only about as strong as an ordinary adult man without soul power.
If Amon were in perfect condition, he would not fear him.
Even if his martial soul was not suited for frontal combat, and even if he was only Level 13, a Soul Master's advantage over an ordinary person was overwhelming.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs.
In his current state, Old Quinn posed a very real threat.