I’ve Transmigrated Across Worlds, and I Really Don’t Want to Do This Anymore

In that endless, pitch-black expanse of space and time, where not even a hand could be seen before one's eyes, it was as if time itself had stopped. Everything was silent and mysterious. In the heart of that unsettling darkness, a figure was quietly changing. The young man's tightly shut eyes began to tremble faintly, then slowly opened a crack.