r18novel Chapter 4 Past Life Memories: I Am a Transmigrator
Chapter 4 Past Life Memories: I Am a Transmigrator
Zi Lingtian suddenly opened her eyes.
Before him lay a pale purple curtain, and the soft bed exuded a faint sandalwood scent. He lay in his bedchamber within the inner sanctum of the Temple of Destruction, with the eternally brilliant starry sky of the divine realm visible through the window.
His mind went blank, and then, memories from two lifetimes collided violently deep within his consciousness like two torrents.
He is Zi Lingtian, the son of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life. He is six years old this year and has just awakened his twin super god-level martial souls.
He was also that person, that miserable working-class man who was hit and killed by a truck falling from the sky in the bathroom of a hundred-story building in an urban village, that corporate slave who was manipulated by his boss, tormented by his clients, and overwhelmed by the pressures of life.
Two memories, two lives, intertwined and merged in his mind.
He stared blankly at the top of the curtain, motionless, like a statue.
A long time passed—perhaps an hour, perhaps a century—and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"I...time traveled?"
His voice was soft, carrying an unreal, dreamlike quality. As a former Earthling, he was no stranger to the word "time travel." In the online novels he secretly read during his overtime breaks, time travel was the most common theme. The protagonist would either be hit by a car, fall off a cliff, or be struck by lightning, and then be transported to another world to begin an epic life.
He had also fantasized that if he were to time travel one day, he would definitely choose the most awesome identity, the most awesome background, and the most awesome talent, and then go through all the tropes in those novels, such as pretending to be weak to take advantage of others, slapping faces and showing off, and building a harem and recruiting followers, he would not miss any of them.
But fantasy aside, when the time travel actually happened to him, he didn't feel excitement, but rather a deep-seated sense of absurdity.
One hundred floors.
A Dayun heavy truck.
Why would these two things appear simultaneously in the same spacetime coordinate system? What about the laws of physics? What about logic? What about common sense? Are they all dead?
His thoughts struggled for a moment in a vortex of absurdity before gradually calming down. The first thing his years of corporate life had taught him was that when something has already happened, complaining and questioning won't solve anything; accepting reality is the only option.
He began to sort out his two memories.
My first memory is of my twenty-six years as a working-class person on Earth. An ordinary family, ordinary grades, an ordinary job—a life so ordinary it couldn't be more so. My only "highlight" was probably my death, which was so outrageous that if it were written as a novel and posted online, readers would definitely call the author brain-dead.
The second memory is of his six years as the Crown Prince of the God Realm, Zi Lingtian. This identity is anything but ordinary—his father is the God of Destruction, one of the five great God Kings of the God Realm, his mother is the Goddess of Life, and he himself has just awakened twin super-god-level martial souls with innate soul power of level 30. The entire God Realm was shaken by his birth.
He blinked; his left pupil was emerald green, and his right pupil was purple-gold.
Then, a thought struck him like lightning.
The God Realm... God of Destruction... Goddess of Life... Sea God Tang San... God Realm Committee...
These words, when put together, point to a world he knows all too well.
Douluo Continent.
No, that's not right. It's not the timeline of the first part of Douluo Continent. He quickly recalled the details about the God Realm in his mind—Tang San, the Sea God; Tang San, the Asura God; the God of Good and the God of Evil; and the reaction of the God Realm as if facing a great enemy the moment he was born…
This is the timeline of Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect.
He remembered that in the original story, the God Realm was in a delicate balance at this time. Tang San, as the enforcer of the God Realm Committee, actually held the greatest power in the God Realm. The God of Destruction, due to differing ideologies, had always been at odds with Tang San. In the original story, the God of Destruction ultimately chose to oppose Tang San, even triggering a crisis in the God Realm.
His appearance undoubtedly exacerbated this conflict.
Zi Lingtian slowly sat up, his long, purple-gold hair slipping down his shoulders. He looked down at his six-year-old hands, those small, delicate palms white and soft, seemingly harmless. But only he knew how terrifying power was contained within that small body—twin super-god-level martial souls, and innate level 30 soul power. This meant that when he grew up, his strength would far surpass any existing god-king in the God Realm.
"No wonder that old fox Tang San had such a complicated expression when he saw me," Zi Lingtian muttered to herself, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.
Tang San.
The most legendary protagonist of Douluo Continent, he cultivated step by step from an ordinary Soul Master to a god, eventually becoming one of the strongest God Kings in the God Realm. In the original work, he is a flawless hero—loyal and righteous, passionately devoted to love, protecting the continent, and saving all living beings.
But what's surfacing in Zi Lingtian's mind now are all sorts of analytical posts and rants she saw online in her previous life.
What "Pure and Innocent Tang San Shao", what "Tang Sanzang's Path to Death", what "Tang Clan Dog Who Steals Skills", what "Double-Standard Law Enforcement Asura God"... all those jokes and memes he saw while lurking on various forums back then, now surfaced one by one from the depths of his memory.
He used to treat these things as mere entertainment, after all, they were just fictional characters, no need to take them too seriously. But now it's different. He's transmigrated to this world and become the son of the God of Destruction. Tang San—the God King in the original story who embodies "double standards," "selfishness," and "hypocrisy"—is his father's greatest rival, the actual ruler of the God Realm, and the one who said when he was just born, "If he grows up, he might break the existing balance of the God Realm."
Zi Lingtian narrowed his eyes.
Although he was just an ordinary worker in his previous life, he still had a brain. Tang San's words sounded grand and dignified, as if he was worried about the stability of the God Realm, but upon closer inspection, they didn't hold up to scrutiny—"breaking the existing balance," what is the existing balance? Isn't it the balance that Tang San himself controlled? A newborn disrupted the balance, so it should be treated with "seriousness"? What kind of logic is that?
To put it bluntly, isn't it just that he's afraid of the emergence of a force beyond his control that could threaten his position?
Zi Lingtian still remembered Tang San's attitude towards Huo Yuhao in the original novel—a young man with the inheritance of Electrolux's necromancy was labeled "dangerous" because his power system was outside Tang San's comprehension. Tang San could tolerate his daughter dating Huo Yuhao, but only if Huo Yuhao was under his control and grew up according to the path he set.
Once Huo Yuhao displays potential beyond Tang San's control, this "compassionate" Sea God will immediately become cold and ruthless.
This is Tang San. On the surface, he is a glorious and righteous protagonist, but in his heart, he is an extremely controlling and hypocritical egoist.
"What a pure and innocent young master Tang San Shao," Zi Lingtian said softly, a cold glint flashing in her purple-gold right pupil.
In his previous life, he had felt uncomfortable with many of Tang San's actions when reading the novel, but as a reader at the time, he was too lazy to argue with a fictional character. But now it was different; he was a real person living in this world, and every decision Tang San made would affect his and his parents' fate.
Six years ago, when he was just born, Tang San's words were the best warning. What he said was, "If he grows up, he might break the existing balance of the God Realm"—in layman's terms, this kid will be too strong to control in the future, so we need to find a way to keep him in check.
If the God of Destruction hadn't protected him in time, and if the Goddess of Life hadn't held a significant position in the God Realm, Zi Lingtian had no doubt that Tang San would have offered some "suggestions" on the spot—such as handing Zi Lingtian over to the God Realm Committee for supervision, restricting his cultivation resources, or implanting some kind of control mechanism into his consciousness.
Tang San did all of these things in the original novel, and he did them with a clear conscience, calling it "for the stability of the God Realm".
"Stable my ass." Zi Lingtian sneered. "Isn't it just that you're afraid someone will threaten your, Tang San's, dominance?"
He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Anger wouldn't solve the problem; he needed to analyze the situation calmly.
First, his identity and talent have been exposed. Twin god-level martial souls and innate level 30 soul power—this information cannot be hidden, nor is it possible to conceal it. Tang San and the other God Kings already know of his existence and have shown their apprehension.
Secondly, he is only six years old this year. Although a six-year-old child is no longer considered an infant in the God Realm, he still has a long way to go before he truly possesses the ability to protect himself. At this stage, what he needs to do most is to develop discreetly and avoid arousing Tang San's hostility too early.
But keeping a low profile doesn't mean doing nothing. He needs to use his understanding of the original work to plan ahead.
He remembered the main plot of *Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect*—the story of Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi… and the descendants of the Shrek Seven Devils. He also remembered the key moments—the Valley of Love and Destiny, the war between the Sun Moon Empires, the Battlefield of Gods, and Tang San's various actions…
If in his past life he was merely a spectator reading novels, then in this life he is a pawn on a chessboard. But Zi Lingtian doesn't intend to be a pawn; he wants to be a player. He will use his foresight to change what was destined to happen, protect those he cares about, and thwart Tang San's various schemes.
Thinking of this, Zi Lingtian's lips curled up slightly.
The power granted to him by the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life, combined with his understanding of the plot from his previous life, is probably his biggest advantage as a transmigrator.
"Since God allowed me to transmigrate to this world and gave me such an amazing identity and talent, wouldn't it be a waste not to make good use of it, instead of that hundred-story Dayun heavy truck?"
He rolled out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold floor, and walked to the window. He pushed it open, and the night breeze from the divine realm caressed his face. In the distance, the Milky Way shimmered, a beauty that seemed unreal.
He suddenly remembered himself in his past life, working overtime in a rented room until the early hours of the morning, numb from the torment of life, and afraid to even ask for leave when he was sick.
Those days will never come again.
"Tian'er?"
A gentle yet urgent voice came from behind. Zi Lingtian turned around and saw the Goddess of Life striding into the inner hall, her long emerald green hair flowing behind her, her eyes filled with worry. Behind her, the God of Destruction also strode in, his face expressionless, but his pace quickened.
"Mother, Father," Zi Lingtian called out calmly.
The Goddess of Life crouched down, cupping his face in her hands and examining him closely. A verdant light scanned his entire body, and only after confirming he was alright did she breathe a sigh of relief: "You were unconscious for two days, it scared your mother to death. What happened when you awoke? Why did you suddenly lose consciousness?"
Looking at her mother's gentle face, Zi Lingtian felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.
This is his mother in this life, a real, living mother who worries about him and is proud of him. Not the mother from his previous life who left him early and whose only remaining image is a blurry photograph.
He hesitated for a moment, then ultimately decided not to tell them about time travel and his past life memories for the time being. It wasn't that he didn't trust them, but the matter was too bizarre and needed to be explained at a suitable time and in a suitable way.
"I had a very long dream," Zi Lingtian said, her tone calm and serious. "The world in the dream was very strange. There was no soul power, no martial spirit, only some strange machines. It took me a long time to wake up from that dream."
The goddess of life and the god of destruction exchanged a glance, both seeing doubt and contemplation in each other's eyes.
"Perhaps the impact of the power during awakening was too strong, causing your consciousness to resonate with something..." the God of Destruction said in a deep voice. He reached out and touched his son's head, the movement somewhat stiff, clearly not used to such intimate gestures. "Now that you're awake, everything's alright. You've just awakened your martial soul, and your body still needs to adapt to the new power. Don't use your soul power for the next few days."
Zi Lingtian nodded obediently.
He knew that from this day forward, his life would be completely different.
The office worker from his past life is dead, dead in the bathroom on the hundredth floor, dead under the weight of that inexplicable Dayun heavy truck. In this life, he is Zi Lingtian, son of the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life, possessor of twin super-god-level martial souls, and the most powerful being in the future God Realm.
Tang San, you'd better pray that your "path to death" theories don't apply to me or anyone I care about.
Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting you experience firsthand what the real "path to death" is like.
Zi Lingtian looked out the window at the dazzling Milky Way, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting countless starlight, and the smile on his lips was meaningful.