Chapter 2

At night, Meng Yifan was sleeping when a flood of inexplicable memories surged into his mind; in these memories, he was a mercenary roaming Earth's battlefields, also named Meng Yifan, and this sudden influx of memories collided with the original host's memories, vying for control of the body.

After an unknown duration, the fierce collision of the two memories began to merge; the Earth-born Meng Yifan, having over a decade more life experience, gained the upper hand in the fusion, ultimately forming a new consciousness centered on his Earthly memories.

Meng Yifan reviewed the original host's memories and, combining them with the web novels he had once read, realized he had transmigrated—and it was the most absurd form of soul transmigration.

"Transmigration is transmigration, but becoming a ten-year-old brat? So young, not even a full head of hair—what can you do?" Meng Yifan felt dazed; in his previous life, he had been a battle-hardened mercenary, fighting for money in countless battles.

Whoever paid more, he fought for them; it was possible to obey an employer today, and tomorrow, if the employer's rival offered more pay, he would turn his gun and shoot the original employer—this was the mercenary's life, unrelated to justice, everything looked toward money.

Over five years, Meng Yifan participated in nearly a hundred battles of all sizes, survived, and remained unscathed—this was practically a miracle in the mercenary world, with everyone calling him the fortunate Yifan, bullets even curving around him.

As he aged, he gradually grew weary of slaughter; after years as a mercenary, he had earned enough money to last a lifetime, and he planned to return home, buy a grand house, find a rural woman, marry, have children, and live out his remaining years in peace.

Meng Yifan had decided: the woman he sought did not need to be stunning, merely presentable, gentle, kind, virtuous, and capable of bearing children—nothing more.

Such women should be easy to find in the countryside, right?

Meng Yifan bid farewell to his comrades in the mercenary unit, laid down his once-beloved weapons and gear, resolutely returned to his homeland, and from then on, no longer wished to kill.

Meng Yifan spent over five million to purchase a luxuriously renovated villa, hired a matchmaker to find him a partner, but after several blind dates, he remained dissatisfied.

Meng Yifan could tell those women were only after his money; moreover, a plain-looking woman immediately demanded that, if they married, he must transfer the house to her name after the wedding—this disgusted Meng Yifan, as modern women all seemed to want something for nothing.

When bored, Meng Yifan liked to play games and read novels; that day, he saw a flashy game interface on his phone, casually tapped into it, intending to play a while to relax.

But as soon as he entered, Meng Yifan felt the world spin, his vision blurred, and upon regaining consciousness, he found himself transformed into a ten-year-old youth.

Meng Yifan began to accept this strange yet familiar body, first feeling his buttocks ache as if torn open, making him involuntarily shudder—what in the world was this? Had he been blasted? Damn, this was too inhumane.

Meng Yifan hastily reviewed the original host's memories and realized it was not what he thought; rather, the original host had consumed guanyin soil, causing severe constipation, unable to defecate, ultimately requiring finger assistance to pass stool smoothly.

"Grandparents and mother starved to death for the original host—this is too tragic." Meng Yifan sighed deeply; in his past life, he was an orphan, his hometown struck by a mudslide that buried the entire village, kin gone, he alone survived by luck, raised in an orphanage from childhood, never knowing familial affection, which he deeply regretted.

Now, with the original host's memories, he learned that the grandparents and mother had truly loved him, willing to sacrifice their lives to let him live—this deeply moved Meng Yifan.

"Is this the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty? Founded 1,300 years ago? Wu Emperor's 11th year?" Meng Yifan only recalled Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing in Chinese history—no such Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty existed; moreover, historical dynasties rarely lasted three hundred years, yet this Great Wu Dynasty had already endured over 1,300 years since its founding—clearly, this was not ancient China.

"How could this resemble the background of that xianxia game I played?" Meng Yifan, while gaming, had quickly skimmed the game's background, recalling it seemed to take place in some Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty.

"Could this truly be the game world?" Meng Yifan stared in astonishment at his surroundings, discovering he lay on a wooden bed frame, the blanket covering him slightly damp and sticky, feeling uncomfortable; the walls, made of compacted earth, were covered in intersecting cracks, the thatched roof above long neglected, full of holes—lying on the ground, he could see the vast starry sky outside.

In the sky, there were no familiar Big Dipper or Cowherd and Weaver Girl stars—only an entirely different star field; this place truly did not belong to Earth.

"Whether sight, smell, or touch, everything feels incredibly real; Earth's tech companies, though constantly promoting virtual reality technology, still remain an unattainable dream—with current technology, it is utterly impossible to create such a realistic world."

Meng Yifan pinched his arm; sharp pain shot through it, making him once again feel that this was indeed a real world.

"Ah—!"

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the village echoed with waves of wild beasts' roars; Meng Yifan jolted awake, leapt to his feet, and peered through the door crack—outside, five dog bears, each about 1.5 meters high, lay on the ground, boldly marching into the village from the entrance.

They seemed familiar with the village, knowing which homes had occupants; after entering, the five dog bears scattered, the wooden doors, made of solid timber, unable to withstand their impacts—after a few blows, the doors were smashed open, and soon, piercing screams echoed from inside the houses.

A dog bear had entered Meng Yifan's neighbor's house; through the door crack, he could clearly see the scene of the bear devouring a person—blood everywhere, limbs and severed arms flung about, like a slaughterhouse.

The burly dog bear used its claws to tear open the woman's abdomen, thrust its head inside, and devoured large chunks— the scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.

The bloody smell drifted into Meng Yifan's house, making him want to vomit; the bear's swallowing sounds were clearly audible, occasionally accompanied by the crisp crack of breaking bones—such a cruel scene unfolded before his eyes; even Meng Yifan, battle-hardened from past wars, felt his scalp tingle.

In his previous life, Meng Yifan had been a mercenary, but modern warfare mostly involved ranged firearms—just fire an AK47 from a distance; he had never before witnessed such a close-up scene of a dog bear eating a person.

Moreover, this lifetime's Meng Yifan was merely a ten-year-old half-grown child—where had he ever seen such a horrifying sight? If the original host's memories dominated the body, he would surely be terrified into trembling legs and wetting his pants at this moment.

Three minutes later, the great dog bear had finished eating the neighbor's woman; it still seemed unsatisfied, turned its head toward Meng Yifan's house, twitched its nose, stood up, and walked toward his home.

Each step the great dog bear took felt like it was stomping on Meng Yifan's heart; he panicked and retreated backward—only then did he notice Meng Dayong gripping the Mountain Opening Blade, already standing behind the door.

"Dad, the dog bears are here." Meng Yifan whispered, having fused with the original host's ten years of memories, he felt as if he had truly lived here for a decade, so calling out "Dad" felt natural, especially recalling this cheap old father was still the village hunter, a First Grade Martial Artist—whether they survived depended entirely on this old man.

This world differed from his previous life; it existed with powerful martial artists and mysterious Immortal Masters, and Meng Dayong was a First Grade Martial Artist—capable of easily defeating ten ordinary strong men.

Meng Dayong pulled Meng Yifan behind him, then gripped the blade with both hands, slightly crouched, veins bulging on his arms, muscles knotted, swelling outward—he seemed to have channeled his entire body's strength into his arms.

"Bang! Bang!" The great dog bear slammed heavily into the door; the wooden door trembled on the verge of collapse, the entire thatched house shook, and much thatch drifted down.

"Boom!" A tremendous sound rang out—Meng Yifan's door was directly knocked to the ground; the great dog bear bared its sharp fangs, charged into the house, preparing to continue feeding—but as it stepped inside, it suddenly saw a dazzling blade flash within.

"Pfft!" Meng Yifan saw his cheap old father plant his legs, twist his waist and hips, grip the blade with both hands, and unleash a lightning-fast slash across the great dog bear's neck.

The great dog bear's head flew straight up, blood gushing like a fountain from its neck, its eyes flashing with disbelief.

It was a subordinate of the Flying Tiger Demon; in this village, someone actually dared to resist—the Flying Tiger Demon Lord had already slaughtered three nearby villages, could he not even frighten these two-legged sheep?

"Thud!" The great dog bear's body crashed to the ground, shaking the earth.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, explosive power immense—Meng Yifan stared in astonishment at his father, feeling his cold-weapon combat strength surpassed even that of his past life's special forces.

"Ding! Team hunt of a First Grade Lower Stage Wild Beast—gained 4 Experience Points." A clear female voice suddenly echoed in Meng Yifan's mind, startling him greatly.