Chapter 1: Annan

[52 : 34 : 59 until the closed beta commences.]

A line of glimmering words quietly hovered in front of Annan; each alphabet was ablaze with bright red flames like candle lights.

His body seemed to have fallen apart; his spirit was exhausted. He was in a state where a person with severe motion sickness was tied to the seat, and was forced to endure a two hours drive. After vomiting the stuff in his stomach, he was in a daze. Even lying on the beach, he had the illusion of walking on the ground with his feet.

Annan didnt want to move, think, or talk. He could only lie quietly on the beach, watching the last few digits dropping as if time was gradually lost

After he woke up, thirty-two minutes had pa.s.sed.

*After all, he had been counting.*

He finally felt a little thirsty.

Annan clutched the aching back of his head and slowly got up from the ground.

His profession was a game planner for a popular mobile game. Indeed, it was the profession where the risk factor for himself and his family was quite high.

Just now, he was too bored and clicked on an app of Mist Continent Closed Beta that was installed on his phone unbeknownst to him.

With this name, he thought that this was probably a copycat to the popular mobile games. He opened it with the lens of his profession.

But the moment he clicked on it, he suddenly felt that someone attacked the back of his head with a brick. He fainted as soon as his eyes went dark.

What a novel way of transmigration

Annan took a deep breath in exhaustion; he couldnt help but sit on the ground and cough.

He recovered slightly from his poor state after a while. Right now, he could barely support his weak body as if there was no skeleton. He slowly got up from the beach.

He lowered his head to look at his slender fingers and the luxurious, but muddy and b.l.o.o.d.y blouse.

This looks like the clothes of a n.o.bleman Did I encounter a s.h.i.+pwreck previously?

Annan took a deep breath and glanced back.

He clearly saw the endless black sea behind him, the dilapidated sailing s.h.i.+p stranded on the sh.o.r.e, and the dark red sunset hanging high on the seash.o.r.e with three luxurious golden runes spinning on it.

Annan was speechless.

Although he was psychologically prepared for the fact that he was transmigrated into another world, it was the first time he saw this gorgeous sunset that seemed to be a special effect with no cost. He was shocked for a moment.

His first reaction was a resolute idea:

Miss Game Artist, give us a sunset like this too.

Then, Annan reacted with hindsight.

It appears that I dont have to work overtime anymore

After traveling to another world, I have already bid farewell to my game planning career.

I can only be sad as a young n.o.bleman: eating, drinking and having fun every day. I will be enjoying this decadent and boring life.

What a tragedy!

Worse still, Annan did not inherit the memory of this body at all. The first moment he opened his eyes was to see this s.h.i.+pwreck scene.

He was like a player who skipped all the beginning CGs without a game guide.

He was weak, helpless, and confused.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

Annan sighed and patted his face, making himself a little more sober.

He felt something vaguely wrong.

Although he was not the average joe, why was he not nervous after something tragic had happened?

Neither fear nor panic, Annan had no negative emotions in his heart. He was calm like a social animal living a peaceful life.

This was still unlike the mental state that a social animal should have, nor should it be the emotion of someone transmigrated to a new world. Needless to say, the sun with this special effect kind of hinted that the world was a chaotic one.

In this case, I should be nervous and fl.u.s.tered, or that is how it supposedly should be

Woo.

The moment Annan realized this, he suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard on the back of his head. With a moment being at a daze, a large amount of data began to surged from all directions, and finally formed an attribute window:

Annan. Human. Male.

Elite Rare (Gold), Challenge Rating 3

t.i.tle: None

Rank: None

Health: 55%

Erosion: 3%

Attributes: Strength 7, Agility 8, Const.i.tution 6, Perception 11, Will 12

Shared Experience: 20

Unique Trait: Heart of Winter [Reverse Inscription]

Profession Overview-

Swordsman LV3: [Bodyguard Swordsmans.h.i.+p LV4], [Disarm LV1], [Frost Sword LV1]

This is the system?

Annan was instantly delighted.

With that said, he entered this world through a mobile game. It would not make sense if he did not acquire a game system.

Except that the Elite Rare (Gold) which looked a bit disturbing.

After a brief glance, Annan, based on professional intuition, immediately focused his attention on the unique trait row.

As expected, the other words disappeared immediately. This line of words was enlarged to the center of the field of vision. A detailed explanation appeared below.

Heart of Winter (Gold, Talent)

Original effect (obsolete): You will not feel all positive emotions; the damage you receive with the frost element is permanently reduced by 50%; you can only be killed by the damage with the frost element (this entire line has a strikethrough)

Special: Equipped [Reverse Inscription] (cannot be removed or destroyed)

Current Effect: You will not feel all negative emotions; the frost element damage you receive is permanently amplified by 20%; you will not be killed by the damage with the frost element.

I see.

Annan went into deep thoughts.

This talent was probably the reason for his calm and composed manner.

Anyway, lets investigate this place first.

Annan took a deep breath and looked at the sailing s.h.i.+p.

The sun would be going down soon. The time left for him to investigate was probably not much, but at least he could spend the night on the s.h.i.+p.

His body only had half hp [1] remaining. He still felt an apparent discomfort. He might catch a cold with how chilly the approaching night would be.

Besides, if he was a swordsman, there should be at least a sword on this s.h.i.+p, right?

With a sword equipped, he would feel more confident in his heart.

I wonder what my body looks like

He dragged his still tired body and walked slowly to the beach. When he approached the wrecked s.h.i.+p, he bowed his head with a disturb heart and started to look at the reflection from the black sea:

He appeared at the age of twelve or thirteen years old; his skin was fair and smooth, approaching the hue of those who were pale and sick. He had the thin shoulders, collarbones and slender waist that fitted the characteristic of a teenager. He had a choppy haircut at shoulder-length, black in color.

But what attracted Annans attention most was the pair of icy blue pupils that were so clear and clean. It seemingly put chills at the onlookers heart.

What a surprise! Im pretty cute.

But no matter how cute I am, I am still a little hungry

Annan exclaimed. He stepped on the rope ladder with difficulty and climbed onto the s.h.i.+p.

He looked at the deck carefully.

It wasnt a small s.h.i.+p. In terms of the sailing s.h.i.+p configuration, it was somewhat similar to the 15th centurys Carrack [2]. It had multiple masts the main mast was hung with a large square sail; the fore and middle masts were equipped with several square sails; the rear mast was hung with a triangular sail.

But, all of its sails were either burnt or tattered. The pattern on them was indiscernible.

On the wooden deck, there were no scorch marks or bullet marks. The mast wasnt broken either. Something was not right.

Suddenly, Annans pupils shrunk a little.

He saw a dead body.

It was a young man with tan curly hair. He leaned down close to the rope ladder, staring straight ahead. He was holding a broken-edged sword tightly in his right hand, two nails were broken and soaked in blood, but he did not let go of this sword until he died.

His chest was soaked with blood that had dried up and turned dark brown. However, the weapon used to kill him was nowhere to be found.

This is unlike a s.h.i.+pwreck.

Annan sneered.

In the face of such a dangerous thing, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly. Perhaps, it was the trait of this body that he could not feel any panic or fear at all, only a strong sense of excitement gradually filled his heart.

There was no evidence that the person who killed the crew and burnt the sails had left the s.h.i.+p. But, Annan had nowhere to go.

I need a weapon.

Even if its just a broken sword.

The idea in Annans mind became clearer.

He stretched out his hand without hesitation, trying to forcefully break the finger of the crew member. Although the deceased was young, he had firm grasp, but it wasnt too challenging for Annan.

But, when Annan touched the sword, he was stunned.

A line of data flow suddenly appeared before his eyes:

[Unpurified Nightmare Fragment detected]

[Connection to Nightmare Fragment is established]

[Rank requirement(s): Bronze rank and below]

[Profession requirement(s): swordsman]

[Special requirement(s): Unable to cast spells]

[The requirements are met. Falling into a nightmare after ten seconds: 10, 9]

[1] Health Point.

[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carrack

Translator notes: Since the story is game-like, I will be using game terms here and there.