Chapter 1: Bitten by a Woman Right After Crossing Over
Chapter 1: Bitten by a Woman Right After Crossing Over
In East Asia\’s Human Rights Coalition Area 11, the disaster-stricken Tokyo.
Deep night, rain-washed streets.
The air smelled freshly cleansed, with neon lights reflecting in rainwater puddles.
Over a dozen broken cameras lay scattered across alleys, their components shattered. A strip-shaped LED screen above a convenience store kept flashing crimson characters:
\"Citizens must return home immediately and avoid unnecessary outings.\"
…
Isis tiptoed around a bloodstained puddle.
The street behind her resembled a hurricane\’s aftermath, destruction residue everywhere.
Over a dozen mangled corpses in soldier uniforms and equipment littered the ground.
\"Cough…\"
The unexpected sound froze Isis mid-step.
She turned to see the sole casually-dressed corpse sitting up from the corner.
This body had felt equally lifeless as the soldiers to her senses – utterly deceased.
Yet now it moved.
\"Cough…\"
Fang Cheng staggered upright, leaning against the wall with dazed confusion.
One moment he\’d been gaming in his bathroom, the next inhabiting this unfamiliar body on foreign streets.
The scene baffled him – had he crossed into a battlefield?
Or movie set?
A faint numeral \"4\" hovered at the edge of his vision.
Rubbing his eyes, Fang Cheng surveyed his surroundings – the ruined street littered with corpses, and a golden-haired, crimson-eyed woman standing thirty meters away.
She appeared about twenty, with ruby eyes and cherry lips in a flawless face. Her golden locks cascaded to a perfectly proportioned waist, faintly glowing in night\’s darkness. The simple white dress made her resemble a heaven-sent goddess.
Noble. Alluring. Untouchable.
Fang Cheng\’s hand automatically reached for his phone.
Gotta snap this beauty for social media!
Show those photo-editing-obsessed female coworkers what real natural beauty looked like – perfect meme material.
Then reality crashed in. He\’d crossed worlds. Those annoying colleagues were gone forever.
His fingers found no phone, only sticky liquid.
Looking down, Fang Cheng saw blood coating his hands, the crimson stain spreading across his white shirt.
What was happening? He was already on the defensive!
\"There\’s something wrong with you!\"
A voice brimming with charm suddenly rang by Fang Cheng\’s ear.
The blonde woman from dozens of meters away appeared beside him in an instant.
Fang Cheng instinctively tried to dodge, but his body abruptly stiffened, frozen down to his fingertips.
\"You should have died. Why are you still alive?\"
Isis spoke in flawless English that Fang Cheng could barely comprehend through his broken construction-site vocabulary.
His entire body remained paralyzed except for his working mouth.
\"I…don\’t understand what you mean.\"
What could he say? That he\’d revived through crossing worlds?
Isis\’s fingers trailed down Fang Cheng\’s cheek to his chest, finding nothing.
She clearly remembered this brat being mere battlefield collateral – a stray bullet had pierced his heart moments ago. So where was the wound?
The woman raised two fingers and effortlessly pierced Fang Cheng\’s chest, probing inside his ribcage.
The violation felt more shocking than meeting a girl for chicken dinner only to get utterly outplayed.
Fang Cheng\’s scream died in his throat, voice stolen by invisible restraints.
Isis soon extracted a bullet from his chest, confirming her earlier observation.
She smirked, then paused to glance at the night sky where dark shapes moved through the gloom.
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With an impatient click of her tongue, Isis stepped closer and grasped Fang Cheng\’s shoulder, her lips brushing his ear.
\"Little brother, let me give you a present.\"
Sharp fangs sank into his neck, piercing the artery. Warm blood flooded her mouth as she drank.
Fang Cheng felt like a shallow pond being drained by industrial pumps.
Struggle proved useless against the invisible power immobilizing him.
His stamina vanished with each crimson drop.
Dammit! Dying right after transmigrating?
What was the point of crossing worlds then?
Darkness clouded Fang Cheng\’s vision as consciousness slipped away.
Isis released her grip, letting him crumple like wet clay. He stared vacantly at the night sky, gasping soundlessly.
The blonde licked blood residue from her lips, disappointment twisting her features. \"Bland flavor. Mediocre stock.\"
The insult pierced Fang Cheng\’s fading awareness, igniting anger in his heart.
Who complains after freeloading?!
Isis crouched beside him, ruby eyes observing his body\’s changes, waiting to see if recovery would come.
It seemed some restraint had been undone, allowing Fang Cheng\’s body to move again.
His gaze fixed on the blonde woman as he mustered his last stamina to slowly raise a hand toward her chest.
Isis didn\’t show anger at Fang Cheng\’s action, instead revealing an amused smile.
\"What a naughty boy, still trying to grope your big sister while dying?\"
She remained still, watching with playful eyes as his hand approached.
Just before touching Isis\’ chest, Fang Cheng\’s hand suddenly jerked upward – two fingers stabbing straight into her nostrils.
Isis: (โ_โ)
Through countless years, she\’d encountered men who wanted countless things from her.
None had ever attacked her nostrils.
The sheer unexpectedness froze her momentarily.
Isis materialized on Fang Cheng\’s other side, fingers already pressing against his heart.
She smiled down at him. \"Little brother, do you comprehend your actions?\"
Fang Cheng grinned weakly: \"Fuck you!\"
\"……\"
Isis\’ smile vanished. Her finger pressed down – Fang Cheng\’s heart fragmented instantly.
Light faded from his eyes. His breath stopped. Death claimed him completely.
Isis lingered after the kill, observing until certain no revival would occur.
With bored elegance, she rose and vanished into the night, hands clasped behind her back.
Silence reclaimed the dark streets.
Ten minutes later, the corpse sat upright. Fang Cheng clutched his chest, gasping like a drowning man finding air.
He scanned his surroundings. No trace of Isis remained.
\"…Alive?\"
He stared at his blood-soaked clothes in confusion, watching his chest wound heal at visible speed.
Attempting to stand, he collapsed back with a groan – his head throbbed violently.
Foreign memories flooded his mind like a video sped up a hundred times, overwhelming his senses.
When the mental storm subsided, Fang Cheng leaned against the wall – body weak and powerless as after extreme exertion.
Orienting himself, he staggered away from the scene.
A small drone glided unnoticed above the streets.
……
Guided by inherited memories, Fang Cheng returned to his body\’s residence – a cramped apartment.
By arrival, his chest wound had fully closed. Normal stamina gradually returned.
Fang Cheng removed his blood-stained clothes and walked naked into the bathroom to wash himself.
The cold water cooled his restless heart, and his jumbled memories finally became clear.
He now understood what kind of world he\’d entered.
This world resembled Earth but contained supernatural powers and strange monsters, leading to a different history.
Facing ideological conflicts and worsening dangers, nations with shared cultural backgrounds formed political alliances.
East Asia, Western Europe, and North America now formed a three-way balance of competition and cooperation.
East Asia\’s political entity was called the Human Innovation Alliance, with Japan designated as Area 11.
This body belonged to an ordinary high school student living in Area 11.
Coincidentally sharing Fang Cheng\’s name, the original owner had dead parents, no siblings, and lived alone.
The boy had played games all day before sneaking out at night for food, accidentally wandering into a battlefield where government armed forces were hunting monsters. A stray bullet had finally reunited him with his deceased parents.
By this world\’s standards, that blonde woman was likely a vampire – a highly dangerous species.
Fang Cheng silently mourned the original owner for three seconds: a boy who\’d gotten bitten by a woman for the first time, yet died without even seeing her face.
After this moment of respect, Fang Cheng approached the mirror.
The reflection showed a lean youth with long hair covering his ears and eyes. When brushed aside, it revealed a handsome face with pale skin and dark circles from sleepless nights.
\"Passable. About one-tenth as good-looking as my original self. At least it\’s believable.\"
Fang Cheng tilted his head, fingers tracing his neck.
The two blood holes from the vampire\’s bite had already healed completely.
But the terrifying memory of blood draining from his body lingered like stubborn smoke.
Leeches at least secrete numbing agents when feeding.
This vampire couldn\’t even match bloodsucking worms.
Yet his body had revived after death and healed completely. Had he become a vampire?
Fang Cheng remembered her saying she\’d give him a \"surprise.\" Was this it?
What a marvelous surprise. Next time they met, he\’d gladly return the favor with a billion-dollar \"business opportunity\" of his own.
\"Hmm?\"
Fang Cheng noticed a faint \"3\" floating in his vision. Pressing closer to the mirror, he saw the number reflected in his left pupil.
\"What\’s this?\"
His heart jumped. During his initial arrival, this number had been 4. Now it decreased to 3.
During that period, he\’d been killed by the vampire woman and revived.
Did this number represent his remaining lives?
As Fang Cheng pondered, his ears suddenly caught faint movements beyond the bathroom.