Chapter 001: The Proud Dragon Regrets

I actually didn't die! A normal person would have broken all their bones from that impact! Yet, it only hurts a lot...

The soldier, a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, despite being taken by surprise, managed to swiftly bring his saber across to block the hammer's path. Although the blacksmith's presence was formidable and the hammer exceedingly heavy, it was evident that he lacked martial skill, relying solely on brute strength. The chaotic soldier, though shaken back several steps and with blood seeping from the grip of his right hand, remained steadfast in his stance

Just now, the senses were pierced by the bloodiness; after a momentary delay, the ability to think was restored. The waves of fragmented memories that surged in the brain shocked Wang Fo'er even more than witnessing countless dead bodies and the bloodiness.

In the world of memory, he was a fourth-year student in the sculpture department of an art academy in the north, spending his days chasing girls and surfing the internet, living a life of decadence and laziness. He took on some jobs drawing novels, designing magazine covers, and creating web graphics, which barely covered his daily expenses after paying his tuition. Unfortunately, during a trip to sketch in the wild, he got into a dispute with someone and was brutally beaten to death by a few uniformed men, then carelessly discarded along with his sketchbook at a construction site, leaving his body behind.

Muttering to himself, the soldier hurriedly moved in and out of several houses in the village. In no time, he burst into loud laughter: "So this broken knife was left in this house; it must have been carelessly tossed onto the kang while I was having fun with that little girl just now!"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Wang Fo'er opened his eyes to see the intestines already spilled out, the blacksmith Hu Hu shouting with eyes rolled back, his hands moving up and down like a soldier choking someone... The speed was as swift as a gale

A chaotic army just passed through, not only seizing all the food in the village but also killing all the villagers who refused to hand over their grain. The only survivor, or perhaps the only one who is uncertain whether to consider himself fortunate or unfortunate, is Wang Fo'er, who is only six or seven years old.

Wang Fo'er devoted all her attention to the soldier amidst the chaotic army, praying in her heart for the protection of the celestial powers, hoping that this exceedingly fierce soldier would not discover her presence

Seeing the blacksmith's face filled with anger, the soldier let out a cold snort, drew his sword from its sheath, and slashed down with a gleaming cold light like a galloping horse. With a sharp crack, the hammerhead in the blacksmith's hand was already severed.

Just as he was feeling grateful for having saved his own life, the situation suddenly changed. From a house at the village entrance, which had collapsed on one side, a loud roar erupted, and a massive iron hammer burst through the wall, striking fiercely at the disordered soldiers.

In reality, Wang Fo'er is indeed just a beggar

Puh! Blood splattered three feet.

The disordered soldiers, hastily shouldering their sabers, seemed eager to catch up with their ranks, completely oblivious to Wang Fo'er, the child feigning death. Wang Fo'er, peeking through the slits of his half-closed eyelids, saw the soldier about to leave the village entrance, and he let out a huge sigh of relief in his heart

The setting sun resembled blood, and the crows cawed mournfully. Wang Fo'er sat beneath a crumbling gray wall, staring blankly at the village that had just been ravaged by slaughter, his mind a complete void. A dull ache coursed through his spine, while his uncooperative stomach seemed to suddenly awaken its instincts, beginning to rumble. The tattered rags that barely qualified as clothing revealed that their owner was likely a beggar.

Then, as if mocking, the divine beings cast a piece that did not belong to this chaotic world into the great furnace of heaven and earth, the battlefield of Asura

At this moment, Wang Fo'er already had a faint layer of sweat on his face. The pain in his back had become nearly unbearable, yet he knew that if he made even the slightest sound, he would be cut in two by the ruthless soldier, sending a fresh ghost to the underworld. How could he dare to make even the slightest noise

The disordered troops had just been defeated on the battlefield, and thus the soldier was covered in bloodstains, his armor in tatters. However, at the moment of life and death, the fierce aura he had forged remained undiminished. Upon entering the village, the soldier shouted a curse.

Grandma's bear, I was so busy grabbing food that I actually left my saber in this broken village. If I were to encounter the troops of the Great Liang King, what would I have to fight with?

The blacksmith, whose abdomen was nearly severed by a single blow, instead burst into laughter. "Thief! I will make you pay the price!" He did not know when, but a bronze bracelet had appeared on his hand, now stained dark red with his own blood.

Good heavens! There are battles everywhere, and I can't go a day without seeing corpses. I finally found a village with people, and within half a day... it was completely wiped out by the chaotic army. If I am to be reincarnated, at least grant me a good family! I should at least be placed in a time of peace and prosperity!

In the ninth year of the Qian Tian era, the Central Plains of China were engulfed in turmoil, with internal treachery and rebellion from treacherous ministers, while external threats loomed from the Western Di and the Baiyue tribes. The military forces of the forty-six provinces were largely out of control, disregarding the court's orders for relocation, placing the Great Qian Dynasty in a precarious situation

He was slammed against the wall by a soldier from the chaotic army, rendering him unable to move and causing him to faint. That soldier possessed considerable martial skills, and with a single blow, he exerted at least seven or eight hundred pounds of force, believing that the child would certainly be dead, and thus did not examine him closely. It was this that allowed Wang Fo'er to escape with his life.

During three days of aimless wandering, memories from that world became increasingly clear. In contrast, this body seemed to be nothing but an empty shell, devoid of any information about this world

When he once again "awoke," he had already become a six-year-old mischievous child. He arrived in this chaotic world, which was completely different from Earth in the twenty-first century. The first sight that met his eyes was a desolate world strewn with corpses.

As the second strike was about to fall, the blacksmith would undoubtedly meet a grim fate. Wang Fo'er felt a sharp pang in his heart and simply could not bear to watch any longer, hastily shutting his eyes tight. Not to mention that he was merely a six-year-old child, even if he possessed the strength of an adult as he remembered, he would still be no match for these skilled and battle-hardened soldiers, how could he possibly save anyone

You wretched beast, you deserve to die!

The one gripping the hammer tightly is indeed the blacksmith of the village. Wang Fo'er had just wandered into this village and did not recognize him. He could only see the blacksmith's entire body tensed with muscles, filled with extreme anger, the hammer cutting through the air with a whooshing sound, clearly indicating a murderous intent, and he showed no mercy in his actions

Wang Fo'er closed his eyes, yet his ears perked up. What he heard was not the tragic screams of the blacksmith being killed, but rather the terrified whispers of the chaotic soldiers: "The Corpse Controlling Copper Ring! You actually possess the Corpse Controlling Copper Ring!"

You truly are a fool who does not know when to stop. I did not notice you hiding away, yet you refuse to live in obscurity and insist on seeking death. I shall grant you your wish!

Wang Fo'er, who was struggling to rise, was somewhat astonished to find himself still alive. Suddenly, an instinctive fear gripped him, rendering him unable to move even a finger. The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and a robust soldier returned to the village.