| My name is Li Chen, though I was originally called Li Xiuyuan. During that breathtaking battle of the Nine Realms, I was betrayed without mercy, and my soul was nearly shattered in the brutal fighting. As my consciousness drifted helplessly through the endless void, I was filled with despair, convinced that my life had reached its end. However, the wheel of fate quietly turned when I least expected it. When I finally managed to open my eyes again, I was astonished to find myself on a street in a completely unfamiliar modern city. The piercing honks of cars filled my ears. Before me stood towering buildings that seemed to reach the heavens, their cold glass facades reflecting the glaring sunlight. I looked around in bewilderment, and the overwhelming sense that I did not belong threatened to engulf me like a surging tide. Strange memories kept flooding uncontrollably into my mind, the mundane daily life of an ordinary man named Li Xiuyuan. Those simple, vivid scenes stood in stark and brutal contrast to the bloodshed and turmoil I had once endured in another world. I struggled to my feet, moving like a newborn baby, my arms and legs refusing to obey me. Awkwardly and mechanically, I brushed the dust from my clothes, my movements stiff and slow. Just then, a car screeched to a sudden stop in front of me. The driver hurried out, looking worried, and asked, “Sir, are you all right? Do you need to go to the hospital?” I raised my head and stared blankly at his anxious expression, then at the woman in the car, whose beautiful eyes were also filled with concern. For a moment, I had no idea how to respond. I could only nod dumbly.
