' Tip'
'Tip-pit'
'Tip'
Rain dripped through a leak in the thatch roof. Xieren woke up in a small, dark and damp mud house. On the dirt floor in the center of the room was a fire pit. He was currently laying on a worn animal skin with dried grass.
The rain poured and the wind howled but Zuan Xieren remained in a daze.He abruptly sat up and scanned the room in a daze. Besides the pile of wood , single stone clay pot ,a small sack and few green fruits there was nothing much in the room.
However ,those pitiful things were great treasures in his eyes! When had he ever seen a fruit or wood? The answer was never!
When he came back to his senses he noticed that it was chilly and raining. The rain itself was amazing! Clear in colour and wasn't acid rain.
He gleefully stood under the small hole in the roof and played with the water. Even raised his head to taste it.Gleefully play like a child with a grin on his face.
'Delicious!'
It didn't burn or have a chemical taste. It was also transparent like the books described in ancient times. Not like the the grey tinged water in his previous world.
Yes , previous world.Xieren already knew this place couldn't be from his world. The air and water was non-toxic and there were precious materials like fruits and wood just lying around.
However ,the biggest question was how the hell did he get here?Where exactly was here?
A wave of dizziness washed over him and he slowly remembered the bizarre experience in the Rainbow coloured orbed room and Dixie was there as well...
" Dixie ? " Xieren tentatively asked.
"Master... Professor!"
Dixie: (≧∀≦)
"Our first mission is in ancient Huxia! How amazing! All the nature and food you dreamed of Professor! The only issue is that it's an A class world which is more difficult than expected..."
Xieren could feel a tension headache building up when he heard this news. Sometimes he really wondered why this system he created was foolishly optimistic and unnecessarily cheeky.
He suddenly looked at his hands. Long, elegant and slight tanned fingers. These were hands that had never done hard work before .
These were not his hands. His skin tone was a bit fairer from never going outside without protective gear and had calluses from working on computers ,machinery , tools and robots.
" Dixie more details please? Where are we what's happening? What exactly is the main task?"
Xieren was already exasperated. He was a planner not a dare- devil. He absolutely did not go into anything half-assed and was in anything to win.Since, the goal was to be a design God He was prepared to walk step by step to the end.
[ -Class:A Grade World
- No. of Worlds passed : 0
- Occupation of Worlds:1
- Time: Ancient Huxia
- Main Task: N/A- will be revealed at a later stage
- Side Task 1: Survive and live in Village
- System( Code name): DIXIE
- DGC: Zuan Xieren
- Host: Cheng Rong]
"Is that all? How do you 'survive ' in the village? Dixie, when will the main task be revealed?"
Xieren pondered.
" The host's memory will be transferred to you shortly "
Shortly ,after Dixie spoke Xieren felt a stinging pain radiating from the base of his spine all the way to his brain. Abruptly, like a puppet whose strings were cut he fell to the ground in a dead faint.
The body Xieren occupied was called Cheng Rong.An insignificant cannon fodder who died in the original setting of the world. However, since Xieren took over Cheng Rong's body he was indebted to live a better life.
The Cheng family was a powerful medicine oriented family. His grandfather was an imperial physician whom even the emperor placed great importance to while his father was second rank official.
Unfortunately ,the original's Family was framed in an elaborate scheme and the punishment of extermination of nine generations was handed down . Only Cheng Rong who was the son of the first branch and his Grandmother managed to escape the disaster with the help of shadow guards. The incident occurred when the host was a child of nine years old and he is currently 15 years old. The trauma of the incident made the original mute and somewhat unaware.
After being isolated and on the run from place to place for 6 years they coincidentally found his Third Uncle who was a lucky survivor as he was away for his studies at the time .
The Third Young Master of the Cheng Family now lived a simple life and married a cloth merchant's daughter . He even had an adorable son who was 3 years old. However, this meeting that seemed like a blessing lead to a bloody disaster. Assassins found them. Not soldiers this time.
Once again ,Cheng Rong's family was slaughtered. His uncle and aunt were murdered at their shop along with members and staff on the cloth store.His cousin Cheng Ming was saved but orphaned . That day their grandmother had taken them to medncinal shop as Xiao Ming had a fever.
Disaster come in threes. First his uncle's family was murdered; then six months later came a landslide at their new village in which his grandmother perished and lastly the original Cheng Rong died of pneumonia and fatigue.
He went out to save his grandmother and finally managed to find her body and conduct a funeral . Within a few days he became ill and worsened before closing his eyes in eternal rest.
Xieren pinched his glabella and sat up. This abrupt fainting was getting old fast.
" So annoying..."
He muttered under his breathe before sighed. It seemed to him that recently he was often fainting and sighing.
He originally thought he was pitiful but at the very least he didn't suffer the agony of watching his loved ones die.
He didn't know his own parents as they had given him up as soon as he was born. His birth was just a requirement of the government to stabilize the population. At 30 years , one couple was required to have a child or they would face expensive penalties. As such they could choose to raise their own child or give them up to the government system.Luckily , due to the rapid decline of his country the law was done away when he was 15 years old.
He couldn't imagine having a child with a strange woman as he was gay as gay could be. Another thing he could never do was give up his own child. The thought of doing that felt like tearing a hole into the the fabric of his very being. He knew that he could never abandon his family not like how his parents abandoned him.
Right now ,Xieren was heavily influenced by Cheng Rong's emotions and memories. He himself had never experienced familial love and he was enraged by the injustice that had occurred.
" Shhhleep...shhlep"
The sound of wet fabric hitting stone drew Xieren's attention to the entrance of the hut. The door slowly opened and the rush of rain and wind chilled the already cool room.
It took Xieren a moment to process the sight in front of him. A small, muddy figure no higher that his knee waddled him . For a minute it looked a small monster from middle of a ghastly forest .
It was Cheng Ming...