Chapter 2

«!!!!»

The sudden voice startled Wu Xian so badly he flinched instinctively, even considering using the “Lazy Donkey Roll” evasion technique to put enough distance between himself and the source.

But the next second, a flood of unfamiliar memories and information exploded in his mind, freezing him in place as he passively accepted it all, then slowly began to sort through it carefully…

After a moment, Wu Xian came to his senses, a look of sudden understanding replacing the confusion on his face.

«So that’s how it is.»

Looks like you’ve figured it all out… Heh, I have to say, this ability is incredibly convenient—it saves us the trouble of explaining anything.

Hearing the teasing laugh behind him, Wu Xian turned around reluctantly, and in the next instant, two figures dressed in wildly different styles appeared before him.

One was a teenage boy with short black hair, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing sleek, cool black battle armor that radiated the vibe of a future warrior.

His physique was tall and lean, well-proportioned and muscular, his skin glowing like jade, and paired with an exquisitely handsome face, he was unmistakably a refined beauty of this world—just another one or two years of training away from a formal debut, far surpassing any idol on television.

The other one was even more peculiar.

He wore a cotton robe and a tiger-skin skirt, stood barefoot, held a willow-wood staff, and most importantly, he had a monkey-faced, thunder-mouth visage.

No! Not just similar—he was literally a monkey!

Wu Xian stared at the man and the monkey before him, his gaze shifting back and forth, his expression complex; after a long while, he let out a long sigh.

«Who would’ve thought something like this could happen? Honestly, even after accepting those memories, I still find it hard to believe—it feels like a dream.»

«Actually, you are indeed dreaming right now—but when you wake up, you’ll be even more certain that everything here is real.»

The handsome black-armored youth smiled faintly, then extended his right hand gently: «Though you’ve already shared memories, I’d still like to introduce myself.»

«I am Wu Xian, currently living in the world of Tunshixingkong , affiliated with the Ultimate Gym, rank: Junior Battle General… Pleased to meet you, my counterpart from another world.»

«Me too!»

No sooner had the boy finished than the monkey chimed in—but his monkey face remained utterly stiff, showing not a trace of any happy emotion.

«Alright, I’m glad to meet you both, really. Especially now that I’ve entered the Main God Space, with your help, my survival rate in this hellhole should improve a bit.»

Wu Xian shook hands with the black-armored youth, then glanced around, murmuring: “Simultaneous cross-realm transfer? I never expected my golden finger to be this—whether I’ve caught the trend or just need to downgrade the version, I’m not sure.”

In truth, Wu Xian hadn’t merely crossed over into the world of Infinite Terror; the colorful lightning that had descended from the sky had destroyed his physical body but carried his soul into a mysterious high-dimensional space.

Then, the unique energy within this space had replicated his soul into multiple nearly identical independent entities, detaching them from the original universe’s crystal wall and scattering them randomly across countless worlds.

The man and monkey before him, for instance, were both Wu Xian himself.

The black-armored youth had crossed into the world of Tunshixingkong , starting with his parents sacrificed to the heavens, but adopted as a child by a warrior from the Ultimate Gym.

Thanks to his exceptional mental aptitude and the warrior’s training, Wu Xian easily became a Mind Master, officially joined the Ultimate Gym, and recently broke through to Junior Battle General, regarded as a prodigy of his generation.

As for the monkey beside him, he was even more extraordinary.

According to the memories, he had crossed into the world of Black Myth: Wukong, born on Flower-Fruit Mountain, trained under an old monkey for over twenty years, recently taken up the mantle of the Fate-Bearer, and now was leveling up in Black Wind Mountain, making every minor demon there suffer in agony—earning him the nickname «Black Wind Mountain Staff God»!

Well, truth be told, this guy was just scared of pain and death, so he wanted to max out his level in the Xinshoucun , wait until his staff technique reached perfection, then come out and go wild—eventually inherit the Great Sage’s name, beat the Heavenly Court, trample Lingshan, and head to the Spider Cave to marry the Fourth Sister… Just thinking about it made him a little excited!

«You look like a deadpan monkey, but turns out you’re secretly a Mensao —yet I wasn’t like this before…»

Recalling the memories and inner thoughts shared by the monkey, Wu Xian felt a line of sweat form on his forehead, refusing to accept that he and this creature had once been the same person.

«Simple. Spend twenty years living with a bunch of monkeys, and you’ll turn into a Mensao too.»

The monkey said calmly. From this, it was clear the shared memories weren’t exhaustive—most were tied to their cultivation and key experiences; the rest were glossed over, like watching a movie from a god’s-eye view, lacking deep immersion.

Otherwise, if every single detail were remembered clearly, even if their mental strength could handle it, Wu Xians might risk personality fragmentation—and that would be a real mess.

Meanwhile, beyond exchanging memories, this pure white space also inherited the most crucial function of the «Simultaneous» trope: sharing power across different worlds.

Taking the man and monkey as examples, the Wu Xian from Tunshixingkong contributed his formidable mental power, impressive physicality, and all his knowledge and experience regarding warriors and Mind Masters.

Meanwhile, the Fate-Bearer Wu Xian from Black Myth contributed not only his baseline physical attributes but also his increasingly refined mystical staff techniques and abilities akin to the «Paralysis Spell»… All of these were copied and pasted onto the Wu Xian of Infinite Terror!

Of course, like the petty «Simultaneous» originator, this sharing had limits—most cross-world powers couldn’t manifest in their original form.

For instance, the Wu Xian from Tunshixingkong ’s mental force, though rooted in mental energy and theoretically universal across worlds, didn’t function the same in practice.

At least, the Fate-Bearer Wu Xian’s experiments proved this: though he could manipulate objects with mental energy in Black Myth, it felt sluggish, nowhere near as effortless as in Tunshixingkong , and without a mental weapon, its power fell far short of expectations—better to just swing the staff a few more times.

Likewise, the Wu Xian from Tunshixingkong couldn’t use the Paralysis Spell—or if he did, its effect was drastically weakened.

He’d secretly tested it: even with full effort, he couldn’t paralyze a stray dog for half a second, and it drained his mental energy heavily—calling it a useless skill was being generous; it was utterly pointless.

But this limitation made sense: every world had its own laws, and all things operated under those laws—even a golden finger couldn’t conjure something that didn’t exist.

Otherwise, combat balance alone would collapse—no one would read such a novel.

Fortunately, even so, it was still incredible. If enough Wu Xians entered the space in the future, even just stacking attributes would let each Wu Xian become an ultimate powerhouse in their own world, bulldozing everything with raw power.

«But this isn’t absolute—if some worlds have chaotic power systems, we might be able to use all our abilities perfectly.»

The Tunshi Wu Xian said, his gaze fixed intently on the newly arrived reincarnator Wu Xian: «Like Marvel, like DC, or… Infinite Terror!»

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