Capítulo 6: 06.
The sun blazed through the treetops, scattering golden beams across the forest floor. One particular beam struck Lin Feng's face, rousing him from his deep, oddly peaceful slumber.
"Ugh... morning already?" he groaned, shielding his eyes with his arm. His stomach immediately grumbled, loud enough to scare off a bird nearby.
He blinked, slowly taking in his surroundings. A sturdy tree branch hugging him, leaves rustling gently in the breeze.
"How the hell did I even get up here?" he muttered, scratching his head. "Oh right. Wolves.
Sliding carefully to a sitting position, Lin Feng yawned, stretched, and leaned against the tree trunk. The events of the previous night came rushing back, and his face soured.
"Right. Dead sect brothers. Dead wolves. Me, somehow not dead. Guess I've got a talent for being alive." He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the weight of survivor's guilt pressing on his chest.
"Alright, let's think this through, Lin Feng," he muttered. "Wait, no—me. Me as Lin Feng." He frowned. "Is it even okay to call myself that? Isn't it... disrespectful or something?"
He slapped his cheeks lightly. "Stop overthinking. You're alive. They're not. It's your name now. Own it."
With a sigh, he leaned his head back against the tree trunk, staring at the sky through the leaves. The blue expanse seemed peaceful, like it had no idea how much blood had been spilled last night.
"Okay, priorities," he began, speaking aloud to the silence. "One: Figure out what the hell this world even is." Because his memories are not clear enough.
"Two: Survive. Three: Maybe avenge those poor idiots back in the hut? I don't know, seems like the protagonist thing to do, right? But let's be honest, I'm not exactly Protagonist material."
He glanced down at the revolver in his lap. "I mean, sure, I've got this fancy cheat weapon. Unlimited ammo, yay. But what good is that against cultivators who can probably fly, summon lightning, and punch mountains in half?"
His stomach growled again, more insistently this time.
"Fine, fine, food first. Philosophy later." But even as he said it, his thoughts kept spiraling.
The memories of the original Lin Feng surfaced—fragmented, like a cracked mirror. He saw glimpses of his sect: the Silver Ash Sect. Their white robes, their proud smiles, the camaraderie of brothers and sisters united under a single banner. He felt their shared excitement as they entered this Secret Realm, a place of endless treasures and danger.
And then the betrayal.
Lin Feng's fists clenched as he recalled the ambush. Another sect—supposed allies—turning on them, blades flashing in the dark. The shock, the chaos, the blood. The original Lin Feng had died fighting, outnumbered and overwhelmed. His last moments were a blur of pain and despair.
And then HE woke up in this body.
Lin Feng exhaled slowly, his shoulders sagging. "So what does that make me? A coward? A thief who stole someone's life? Or just some unlucky bastard who got thrown into a world way above his pay grade?"
He rubbed his face with both hands. "Great. Just great. Not only am I stuck in a body that isn't mine, but I've got a whole sect of dead people weighing on my conscience."
The memory of dragging their corpses back into the hut for the makeshift funeral surfaced, and his stomach churned.
"Idiot," he muttered, scowling. "What was I even thinking? Like a little fire was going to fix anything. They're still dead, and I'm still... me."
He kicked his legs over the branch, staring down at the forest floor. The revolver felt heavy in his hand, it's cold metal surface grounding him.
"Alright, let's recap," he said, tapping the gun's barrel against his temple lightly. "I'm Lin Feng now. Former sect nobody. Currently a guy with a cheat weapon and no clue what to do next. My sect brothers and sisters are gone, I've got enemies I can't even remember, and I'm starving."
His stomach growled again, louder this time.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you!" He sighed, glancing around. "Food first. Existential crisis later. Maybe I'll figure out what to do with this 'new life' thing while I'm chewing on some random forest berries."
Lin Feng swung down from the tree, landing with a soft thud. He dusted himself off and surveyed his surroundings. The forest seemed peaceful now, with no sign of the wolves that had hunted him the night before.
But peace in this world, he realized, was probably just an illusion.
"Alright, Lin Feng," he said, trying to muster some confidence. "You survived the wolves. You've got a gun. You've got a name. Time to figure out what comes next."
He paused, then added with a wry grin, "And hopefully, it involves breakfast."
Lin Feng stomped through the forest in frustration, his stomach growling louder than the wolves from last night. Twigs snapped under his feet as he mumbled to himself, thoroughly irritated.
"Unlimited ammo, great. What about food, huh? You think bullets are gonna fill my stomach, heavens? Oh no, can't have it that easy, right?" He waved the revolver in the air as if scolding the universe.
He stopped and glared at a bush loaded with tiny red berries. They didn't look poisonous, but still, desperation nudged him forward.
Lin Feng plucked a handful, popping one into his mouth. The tartness hit him instantly, causing his face to twist. "Ugh! What is this? Sour nightmares?!" He spat it out and wiped his tongue furiously with his sleeve.
Helplessly, he wandered on, finding another bush with larger berries. They looked juicier, more promising. He took a cautious bite. The sweetness was bearable, but the bitterness came in a second later, like a cruel prank.
"You call this edible?!" he yelled at the forest. "You're joking, right?!"
He stuffed a few more into his mouth anyway, chewing furiously. His stomach wasn't picky, even if his taste buds were. But it wasn't enough. Felt like It never was.
"Curse this bottomless stomach! Why do I have to inherit this guy's appetite too? What was the point of transmigration if I'm still starving like a mortal?" Lin Feng kicked a rock, sending it tumbling down a slope.
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