Chapter 1: God's Eye

The howling wind carried sand across the sky, whistling as it went back and forth between the rock walls long eroded full of holes.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky; even the most heat‑resistant sand scorpions hide underground, not daring to show their heads.

The endless yellow sand contains not a trace of green.

All there is, is endless desolation.

In a dead‑silent desert, a hand scorched red by the sun reached out from the shadow of the rock wall.

One could faintly see that the hand's owner should have had delicate, fair skin, but now it was dry, cracked, and dark, looking from afar as if the skin were split and the flesh torn.

The hand gripped a stone with a sharp edge, which puffed into the nearby cactus, and, pressing against the cactus spines, it painstakingly cut the thick flesh bit by bit.

After a piece of cactus as long as a forearm had been cut off,

A disheveled, ragged‑clothed youth cautiously poked his head out from the rock wall.

After looking around, he quickly picked up the cactus that had fallen to the ground, not minding the spines sinking into his flesh, and, bare‑handed, dragged the large piece of cactus down to the base of the wall.

His name was Luo De.

In his understanding, the Tiwatedalu continent was merely a place name from a game.

But now he had become a transmigrator who had somehow ended up in Tiwatedalu for no known reason.

Unlike other transmigrators who cheat with built‑in cheats or are born with power and status, he had nothing—not even a response after calling "system dad" dozens of times.

Worse still,

the place he arrived at was the most hostile environment on Tiwatedalu—the Sumeru Desert region.

Even worse still,

before he even understood the situation, a band of desert bandits seized him.

Luo De's body, just like in his previous life, was that of a fragile college student; facing the bandits, strong as oxen, he had no power to resist and was simply picked up like a chick and carried off.

As for why they captured him,

"This pale‑faced kid looks like he's from the rainforest; he'll fetch a good price."

That's right.

It's that simple.

They simply wanted to sell him to another tribe.

These bandits were not mere wandering raiders; they were one of the most notorious tribes in the desert, the Tanite Tribe.

That name was also very familiar.

Luo De knew very well the Tanite Tribe's methods.

They were a gang that treated human life as worthless as weeds.

Falling into their hands, what difference is there between me and being killed outright?

Knowing his future fate, Luo De would flee at the slightest chance.

But with his frail college student physique, it was truly hard to break through those sturdy bandits.

Every time he tried to escape and was caught again, he awaited a sound thrashing.

The only good news was that the bandits, fearing to spoil his sale price, struck only his soft belly, at least leaving his arms and legs intact.

"Old Luo Yi, once I escape alive, I will surely offer you a longevity tablet to worship every day."

In the hollow beneath the rock wall, Luo De greedily sucked the moisture from the cactus flesh.

Old Luo Yi, this was a rainforest scholar who, after him, had also been captured by the Tanite bandits and was the target of the tribe's outward hunting expedition.

During Luo De's fifth escape attempt, he gave his life to buy Luo De a chance to flee.

This white‑haired scholar originally should not have ended up in such a state.

Because when they captured him, the Tanite bandits plainly said that their tribe's elder Babier gave scholars special treatment, so Luo Yi would only need to teach the tribe's children to read and write.

Yet this hot‑tempered scholar was filled inside with extreme contempt and hatred for the desert folk; he would rather sacrifice his life to create an escape opportunity for Luo De, a fellow rainforest person, than accept the shame of teaching the tribespeople.

He did escape.

But the desert's deadly climate still dealt Luo De a heavy blow.

Scorching heat, lack of food and water, huge day‑night temperature swings, sudden sandstorms, and various desert beasts lurking underground that could deal a fatal blow at any moment.

These dangers threatened Luo De no less than the earlier Tanite bandits.

Fortunately, the Bear Grylls videos he had watched earlier came in handy at this time.

Relying on sparse cacti and the rare date palm, occasionally picking up scraps left by red vultures to eat meat, Luo De stubbornly survived in this harsh, unfamiliar place.

His current goal was to head straight east.

There, there is a place called A Ru Cun.

It is the desert's sole pure land; once he reaches it, he will be safe.

In the sky‑filling yellow sand there were no landmarks, nothing he recognized, and with no desert survival experience he could only gauge direction by the sun, dragging his ever‑more battered body toward what he thought was the right way.

Dong dong dong—

Just as Luo De finished eating the last piece of cactus in his hand, the previously calm ground suddenly began to tremble slightly.

"Camel!"

The sudden change made Luo De's pupils contract sharply.

After fleeing for so long, he had become adept at distinguishing the various movements in the desert.

In the desert, few people use camels for travel.

Caravans, scholars, or perhaps tribespeople.

Slightly uneasy, Luo De secretly observed through a hole in the rock wall the camel herd approaching this place.

Soon.

He then saw many familiar faces, familiar clothing, and familiar curved blades.

They are people of the Tanite tribe!

Luo De made a quick decision, immediately using the cover of the rock wall to start a new round of fleeing for his life.

A bunch of persistent damned things!

Since Luo De escaped from their hands, this group has been constantly pursuing him from behind; there have been several times Luo De almost got caught again.

Luo De knows very well that if he falls again into the hands of the Tanite tribe, this bunch of lunatics will surely take his life.

But unfortunately.

Even though he tried his best to hide and escape carefully.

This time was still the same as before; before he could get far away, his figure was spotted by those battle-hardened Tanite warriors.

With a shout of "That kid, chase!", the previously lethargic camel beasts instantly became alert and tightly pursued Luo De from behind.

"Run!"

"Escape from here!"

"Don't let them catch me!"

Luo De roared in his heart, not daring to stop his feet for a moment.

His shoes had been thrown away long ago; the scorching yellow sand made his soles bleed, but this did not slow his escape speed.

Pain is better than death.

Moreover, at such a life-and-death moment, Luo De didn't even feel the foot pain; instead he secretly cursed himself for not exercising, as he was really too slow at the crucial moment!

Just.

No matter how hard Luo De tried to flee, he only had two legs; no matter how hard he tried, the footsteps of those camel beasts kept getting closer to him.

"Where is there a cliff, where is a river? Even a beast's den would do!"

Luo De anxiously looked around.

In previous escapes, once he jumped off a cliff without regard for life and luckily got caught on a tree branch; once he encountered a river and simply drifted along its rapid flow; another time he hid in a beast's den, taking advantage of the ferocious beasts being away to narrowly escape.

But this time heaven seems no longer to favor Luo De.

All around was endless yellow sand; not to mention cliffs, rivers, or beast dens, even a small hillock for hiding could not be seen.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!!!"

Luo De let out a loud roar; in desperation, his legs, which were almost unable to move, sped up a bit.

He now had only one thought in his mind.

Cannot give up!

Until the last moment, absolutely cannot give up!!!

Theoretically he should be about to collapse from exhaustion, yet he somehow found a surge of strength, actually increasing his speed again, so much so that even the Tanite tribe's camel beasts could not catch up to him.

But such a burst cannot be sustained for long.

After only two or three minutes, he completely lost strength, staggered, and fell heavily to the ground.

The adrenaline-induced stimulation gradually faded; his body returned to normal, making it hard not just to run but even to stand, especially the piercing pain in the soles of his feet—each movement made his whole body tremble.

"Is it... going to die here?"

The pursuers behind were getting closer; Luo De unwillingly searched his surroundings for anything usable.

Even if it meant death, he wanted to die standing.

Luo De picked up a stone.

He could no longer run at all, and the only weapon he could find was this palm-sized stone.

"You guys, go die!"

Seeing the Tanite pursuers approaching, Luo De summoned his last strength and threw the stone.

But his body was already exhausted; he could hardly harm those fierce tribesmen—the stone he threw fell limp before it even reached the Tanite warriors.

A black shadow appeared before Luo De's eyes; he saw a camel beast over two meters tall, without any reduction in speed, charging straight at him.

Boom—

Like a torn sack, Luo De flew out over ten meters, then rolled continuously on the ground for an unknown number of times before finally stopping.

From this impact, his five viscera and six bowels seemed to have shifted positions, and his bones felt as if they were about to fall apart; Luo De could no longer get up.

His mouth and nose were filled with blood; each breath was as difficult as an old bellows.

Gazing at the bandits drawing ever closer, Luo De's heart was full of resentment.

But this resentment, once it came out of his mouth, turned into a sobbing whimper.

"I, I don't want to die!"

In the darkness, it seemed someone heard his voice.

A brilliant azure light burst forth before Luo De's eyes; immediately, although it emitted a chill, it gave Luo De a warmth like a mother's embrace, and this power flowed from the light into his body.

The pain lessened, his originally exhausted strength gradually returned; even the surely crippled Luo De could actually stand up again.

After those lights completely faded, his injuries had largely recovered; at the same time, a sky-blue glass bead marked with a snowflake appeared in his hand, a formidable non-human power continually surged within his body, and he could faintly feel that the diffuse power of heaven and earth could also be used by him.

These bandits before him now seemed not so frightening!

"Vision!"

"It's Vision!"

"Flower God above, he actually obtained Vision!"

This was the last shout of the Tanite tribe's bandits, and these shouts were soon drowned out by waves of mournful screams and wails.

(End of chapter)