Endless Reincarnation

My name is Shen Mo, twenty-four years old, an ordinary game streamer. That night, I was streaming until 3 AM. I turned off the computer and was about to go to sleep when a sharp pain struck my heart. I collapsed onto the keyboard, and the last thing I saw was a line floating across the chat—"What happened to the streamer?" Then nothing. When I woke up again, I was lying on a patch of grass. No, not grass. Blood. I was covered in blood, my clothes tattered like a beggar's. My palms were full of calluses and scars, with dried black blood stuck in the crevices of my fingers. This wasn't my hand. "Congratulations, you've been chosen."