Jun Xie awoke with a start.

Before even opening his eyes, his right hand instinctively slapped the ground, preparing to vault into the air.

This was hostile territory, a place of life and death; he could not linger! This was his first thought upon waking, an instinct honed by years as an elite assassin.

He launched himself halfway into the air, but suddenly his arm went limp, completely unable to support his weight, and with a dull thud, he crashed heavily back down! For a moment, Jun Xie was paralyzed by terror—what in the world was happening?! Then, he suddenly realized that beneath him was a soft bed! Looking around, he found himself in a rather lavishly decorated room, yet it was utterly empty save for a square table and the massive 'bed' he lay upon.

It truly was a 'massive bed,' large enough to comfortably sleep seven or eight people without feeling crowded! What was going on? Wasn't I in the middle of a fight? How did I end up in ? Jun Xie's mind was still trapped in the moments before his slumber, or perhaps, clinging to the last vestiges of thought from his previous life! Jun Xie was an assassin, an exceptionally brilliant, top-tier assassin.

In the five years since his debut, he had an unbroken record of success—a one hundred percent success rate unheard of by his predecessors! This earned him the undisputed rank of number one on the assassin charts, and the moniker ‘Xie Jun’ (Evil Lord) likewise held the highest position in the global underworld.

He also held another unique distinction: his bounty for capture had firmly anchored him at the top of the world's wanted list for three consecutive years!! It wasn't that no one dared to accept the contract; it was that no one could accept it.

No one possessed the skill to kill this legendary, near-mythical assassin.

Many top-tier assassins had taken the mission before, but every one of them had ended up dead, while Xie Jun lived on! A tycoon in Country Y offered a hundred million US dollars for the life of ‘Xie Jun.’ The two assassins who accepted this deal—two world-class assassins equally renowned with Xie Jun at the time—were both found dead under mysterious circumstances three days later.

After that, no one dared to touch the death warrant, everyone kept a respectful distance, and despite the bounty increasing multiple times, no one dared to claim it.

No matter how beautiful the money, what meaning did it hold if one had no life left to enjoy it? The name "Xie Jun" became taboo on the underworld bounty lists! And the name "Xie Jun" instilled dread across the underworlds of every nation! Many knew of 'Xie Jun,' but not a single person knew what the killer, this King of Assassins, actually looked like, or what kind of person he truly was?! Jun Xie’s personality was exactly as his name suggested: one word described him: Evil! Two words: very evil! Three words: extremely evil! He was always a lone wolf, never cooperating with anyone, and possessed not a single friend! Furthermore, when taking a job, he was selective about both the client and the target! If he took a dislike to a client, regardless of the massive payment offered, he would unhesitatingly refuse to kill a defenseless beggar.

But if he decided someone deserved to die, he would act on his own initiative, then go to that person's rival's doorstep to demand payment—and payment was non-negotiable.

Often, that rival had never hired him nor even heard of him before...

Rumor had it...

on one occasion, he killed a notorious human trafficker but couldn't locate the victim’s next of kin.

Unable to find anyone else, he solicited payment from a trafficked little girl in the form of a single, insignificant coin, justifying himself sternly: "I never take on jobs without remuneration, and there will be absolutely no exception..." This temperament left his Master and fellow disciples, who understood his nature, utterly speechless...

Legend claimed...

there was an instance where he had cleared all the toilet paper from the lavatory beforehand.

When his Master went to take care of business and found none, he demanded Jun Xie bring some paper.

In response, Jun Xie seized the opportunity to charge fifty thousand US dollars for his labor fee, and his Master conceded...

As for why his Master conceded...

It was because that day, Jun Xie had gathered all his senior brothers and sisters outside the bathroom door, and even invited several beautiful women to observe the spectacle...

Yet, he believed his greatest flaw was that he was actually far too compassionate.

For a killer, especially a top-tier killer whose hands were stained with so much blood, this statement had caused countless people to sneer! However, this fellow's claim of compassion had some basis in fact! Domestically, he could not stand seeing the rich oppress the poor, especially officials bullying ordinary citizens.

Abroad, he could not stand to see anyone bully his own countrymen! For this "patriotic" streak, he had inadvertently caused countless major catastrophes.

But even with such a personality, those wishing to hire him still flocked to his door! This was because not only was his marksmanship peerless and unfailingly accurate, but he also possessed martial arts skills that defied divine logic! Whether in fist, palm, sword, or blade, his cultivation was profound! However, the biggest draw remained his one hundred percent mission completion rate.

This achievement, while perhaps not unmatched in the distant future, was certainly unprecedented! He was the undisputed ultimate assassin in the field! And to this day, the only peak master in the world of killing who had never registered a single failure! But this golden assassin was, deep down, a quintessential hothead! And this time, he had volunteered his services; upon hearing that a foreign spy agency had unearthed a priceless secret treasure in China’s Kunlun Mountains and smuggled it out before the domestic security agencies could catch wind, Jun Xie—the quintessential hothead—was enraged! How could a treasure belonging to the vast and glorious Huaxia, especially in this era of peace, fall into foreign hands?! Jun Xie went in alone, arrogantly taking on nearly a hundred special agents in single combat.

From stealth attacks and traps to the final, direct confrontation, after killing over seventy agents, he finally seized the secret treasure.

The foreign agents were already terrified out of their wits; if he had wished to leave, he could have departed at leisure! Jun Xie himself was absolutely certain of this.

But just as his injured hand touched the treasure—a delicate, palm-sized pagoda—an exceedingly bizarre supernatural event occurred.

The moment his wounded fingers grasped the small tower, his entire body felt paralyzed; he couldn't move an inch, not even blink! He failed to notice that the blood flowing from his wounds was continuously seeping into that small, exquisite, dainty, and sinister-looking tower...

In his last moments of memory, he saw no fewer than fifty micro-grenades flying toward him, and more than twenty different firearms spitting fire in his direction.

Despite possessing the skill to slaughter them all instantly, he was agonizingly unable to move! This feeling was maddening! To think that I, Jun Xie, who swept the world without equal, should meet such an unjust end here! But I haven't lost out entirely; the corrupt officials, tyrannical tyrants, rich bullies, and foreign agents whose deaths I caused number over a thousand.

It balances out! Worth it! Others pass on with a smile toward the heavens; I pass on with a smile toward the depths of hell! In this life, I lived fiercely! I lived freely! My conscience is clear! Though I killed many, not a single one of them deserved to live! Since that is the case, having killed them, I have no regrets! Even if it means going to hell for it, so what?! Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Slaughter all that is corrupt! Purify all sin! Even if I am a killer despised by all, what of it?! In this vast world, who else can live as unrestrainedly as I have? Who else has lived with such relish?! "Hahahaha..." Thinking of this, Jun Xie couldn't help but chuckle with self-satisfaction. "Young Master, what...

what's wrong with you?" A timid voice sounded nearby, clearly frightened by his actions, on the verge of tears.

Then, a cool little hand touched his forehead.

Young Master? Am I dreaming? Or am I in hell?! Jun Xie jolted and snapped his eyes open.

Immediately, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged from the depths of his heart! Waves of alien memory data rushed into his mind.

Jun Xie froze as if struck by lightning! I'm in another body? Reincarnated again? But why are my memories of the previous life still so vivid? Did I not drink the Meng Po soup?! Or am I returning the body? Am I a transmigrator? Or have I possessed a new body and been reborn?! Jun Xie stared blankly, unable to process the situation for a long time, remaining motionless.

As the little hand nearby nervously waved before his eyes, Jun Xie suddenly shouted with delirious joy: "Damn it! Good people truly are rewarded! Whatever happened, the point is I didn't die! What a fantastic thing! It seems I must have accumulated immeasurable merit in my past life—perhaps boundless merit?! Hahahaha..." With a startled cry, a little girl of about ten years old nearby shivered and retreated, her pretty eyes blinking in panic, staring intently at the nightmarish 'Young Master' before her.

Her small body trembled violently, her face growing paler, like a tiny quail struck by intense fright.

Another cry, quite piercing this time, but it came from Jun Xie's own throat.

Because he suddenly realized his voice was sharp and high, like a girl's.

Did I lose my...

that part? No! Jun Xie’s first reaction was to discard all decorum, ignore the little girl in front of him, and clutch desperately at his own crotch.

Finally grasping that familiar bundle, Jun Xie let out a long sigh of relief.

Heaven had indeed been kind to him; that was true after all.

That really scared me.

I thought I had crossed over into some woman's body...

Jun Xie wiped a bead of cold sweat.

Composing himself, Jun Xie began to examine this new body.

Blocked meridians, completely relaxed muscles, stiff joints...

How did this guy live? His body is truly weak! This is terrible! Jun Xie muttered under his breath, but it didn't matter.

As long as his meridians weren't shattered, give him three to five years, and this lord would stand atop the world again! Having made up his mind, Jun Xie then remembered that his current location appeared to be an entirely alien world! This place did not resemble the Earth he was familiar with! Here, he was utterly without kin, knowing nothing, understanding nothing! What were the rules of this world? What did this world contain? After running through these thoughts, even this cold-blooded killer and former Xie Jun felt a wave of disorientation.

Looking at the antique furniture and the bed, and wearing clothes that were utterly unfamiliar, belonging to a time not his own; as the initial elation of surviving and transmigrating slowly subsided, what rose to take its place was a profound sense of chaos...

So, it was true...

he could live again...

This exhilarating thought, as soon as it surfaced, was instantly chased away by a flood of deep loss and pain—a subtle feeling of being a rootless weed that made his nose sting, his eyes water, and his chest feel tight.

Jun Xie curled his lips in self-mockery, almost shedding tears, something he had rarely done in his life.

Hard to leave the old country, impossible to forget the old soil! I thought I could be so carefree, I thought I could let go easily.

But now that it was real, now that it was upon me, I suddenly realized: I can't let go.

I truly cannot let go.

I thought I had no ties left in the world, but now I realize the ties are countless! Most importantly, in this strange land, he could never find that sense of belonging that was his own! Belonging...

I am fundamentally an outsider at heart...

Jun Xie quietly closed his eyes, gently turning his head.

When no one was looking, a single tear slid down silently...

This was the first tear shed in two lifetimes! A man does not weep easily, only when the pain becomes unbearable! Staring blankly at the almost boyishly tender face reflected in the bronze mirror before him, the features were slightly thin, the lips narrow, and the long eyebrows slanted sharply toward his temples, giving his eyes a somewhat slender, sharp appearance.

Jun Xie gave a wry smile and murmured, "I must admit, the fellow has decent looks; quite refined, but perhaps a bit too pretty-boy, too effeminate." Thinking back to his former life, how imposing, how full of deadly aura he had been! Although his looks weren't particularly attractive—small eyes, a slightly flat nose, and an overall appearance too common—he was a standard man! Those pretty boys, while possessing the features of a true man, were still looked down upon by him.

He never expected that upon transmigrating, he would end up inhabiting a standard pretty-boy, one who was actually quite handsome... "Waiter, did you bring me here?" His right hand gently caressed a small pagoda-shaped pattern on his left wrist, which looked like a tiny tattoo.

A hint of pride touched Jun Xie's face.

Even though I've crossed over, this thing is still in Chinese hands, not let into the hands of those foreign devils! This pagoda pattern—was it not identical to the exquisite little tower he fought so desperately to seize? Even though it had transformed into a small pattern on his hand, Jun Xie was certain this was that same small tower! He couldn't explain why, but he felt it deep in his heart—a feeling solid and mysteriously true.

Seeing this pattern, the only thing that offered him solace from his previous life, Jun Xie felt immense turmoil churning within him.

He couldn't quite define the sensation.

Yet, his usually composed nature kept his expression perfectly blank.

Still indifferent! Still serene! Suddenly, the small tower pattern he was gently stroking emitted a hazy yellow light, and Jun Xie immediately felt his head spin and his feet rise.

Then, he felt as if something had been added to his mind, and the pattern on his hand vanished without a trace... "Strange!" Shaking his head, Jun Xie clicked his tongue in wonder.

This thing was truly bizarre; first, it changed from a palm-sized tower to a tattoo on his body, and now it miraculously disappeared.

Could this truly be some mythical divine treasure? "Young Master, Old Master requests your presence," Just as Jun Xie was about to examine what new thing had appeared in his mind, a voice suddenly sounded. "Requests my presence?" Jun Xie raised an eyebrow: "Doing what?" Why should I go just because some old man calls for me? Do I look like his grandson?! He almost blurted this out before swallowing the words, remembering that the old man was, in fact, his grandfather—at least, the grandfather of this body... "The...

the servant does not know." The little girl shot him a terrified glance, then lowered her head.

Her long lashes fluttered nervously, and her small body angled slightly with one foot forward and one back, poised to flee at any moment...