Transmigrated and Even Received My Own Cinerary Urn?
1: 666, Shocking!
Transmigrated and Even Received My Own Cinerary Urn?
Douluo: Past Lives, Present Harem, Future Vengeance — One man, infinite versions of himself, and every version’s unfinished business becomes his power-up.
He inherits their strength, their scores to settle, and yeah…
their women too.
Every dead “him” left behind a legacy — and some of those legacies wear a very pretty face.
If you’re into harem, this ain’t the slow-burn, one-girl-at-a-time nonsense — it’s inherited attraction, stacked destinies, and a protagonist who levels up his power and his love life in the same breath.
——— Emperor Soul Village.
At dawn.
“Knock, knock!” The sleeping Lin Qing was awakened by the banging on his broken wooden door.
“Don’t disturb my sleep…” He rubbed his bleary eyes, grumbled as he rolled over and got out of bed, the broken wooden bed frame letting out an overburdened creak.
“Knock, knock…
knock, knock…
knock, knock…” The knocking showed no sign of stopping; it even had a damn sense of rhythm to it.
“Who is it?
So early in the morning…
so noisy!” Lin Qing immediately became impatient.
However, he had woken up a bit more.
Who was acting crazy this early in the morning, incessantly knocking on his door?
Creak!
“I want to see which bastard it is!” The old wooden door was pulled open forcefully from the inside.
The cool morning air immediately rushed in.
Lin Qing, who had originally wanted to curse someone out for ruining his sleep, was now completely awake.
Simply because he saw an object in front of the door.
That was a…
cinerary urn!
After a brief, stunned silence.
“Exactly which bastard is it!” A roar almost lifted the roof off.
“Who is it?
So wicked!” “What kind of game is this, placing a cinerary urn at my door first thing in the morning?” Lin Qing’s small face was flushed with anger.
The body of a six-year-old child trembled slightly due to rage.
Ask yourself, who wouldn’t be angry if they pushed open their door early in the morning only to see a square, pitch-black cinerary urn facing them?
That thing was placed squarely right before his doorstep.
It was as if it were saying: Surprised?
Unexpected, right?
“How damn unlucky!” Lin Qing propped himself against the creaking broken door panel and continued his cursing.
He looked around.
The dirt road of Emperor Soul Village was empty; there wasn’t even a chicken out early for food.
Did the person run away?
Lin Qing scratched his head.
Which Divine Being had he provoked?
He was just an orphan.
He had no relatives in Emperor Soul Village, barely surviving by relying on a meal from one house and a piece of clothing from another.
He was considered quite well-behaved in the village, so who could he have offended?
“Could it be Er Gouzi?” Lin Qing stroked his chin, his gaze gradually becoming dangerous.
Er Gouzi was the precious son of Aunt Li next door, and the same age as him.
As for their relationship, describing it as incompatible as fire and water would be an understatement.
Actually, the root of the conflict was laughably simple.
It was only because after Lin Qing’s Rebirth into this World, he had somehow grown a fine set of features—a six-year-old little boy with fair skin, sapphire-like eyes that were large and bright, and eyelashes long enough to hold a chopstick.
None of the aunts and older sisters in the village could help but like him when they saw him.
The most obsessed among them was Er Gouzi’s older sister, the ten-year-old Second Girl.
That girl practically treated him like a living doll, running to his place every day in different ways and bringing all sorts of food and clothes.
In Er Gouzi’s words: “Why does my sister dote on you so much?” Clearly, he was Second Girl’s biological younger brother.
Therefore, Er Gouzi found him extremely eyesore.
The most likely person in the village to mess with him was Er Gouzi.
Lin Qing squatted down to carefully examine the cinerary urn in front of the doorstep, his brow gradually furrowing.
“Er Gouzi is a bit of a brute, but he wouldn’t be this wicked.” At most, that kid would secretly throw a few toads into his water vat.
Leaving a cinerary urn?
This kind of sinister method wasn’t something a straightforward person like Er Gouzi could come up with.
Suddenly, Lin Qing noticed that the black-and-white funeral portrait painted on the front of the urn looked a bit familiar.
Those eyes, that profile…
it was actually identical to himself!
“This is me?!” Lin Qing sucked in a breath of cold air and abruptly jumped back half a step.
“Holy crap!
This is going too far!” A chill rose in his heart.
If it were just a prank with an empty urn, it would be one thing.
But printing his own face on it was no longer in the realm of a prank.
Because this World was the World of the Douluo Continent.
A mysterious World where Spirits, spirit power, and Spirit Abilities actually existed.
Here, things like curses and evil arts were not just legends.
If this urn really had some curse placed on it, his six-year-old body wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“No, I have to deal with this quickly.” Lin Qing made a prompt decision.
Regardless of who did it, he would throw this unlucky thing away first.
He reached out his small hand, wrapped in his sleeve, and cautiously reached toward the urn.
Just as his fingertips touched the icy surface of the box, a strange phenomenon occurred!
[Ding!
You have inherited the ‘legacy of 6-year-old Lin Qing’!] Lin Qing’s whole body stiffened.
“Who’s speaking???” He looked around with a face full of confusion.
The dirt road was still empty; there was absolutely no one, not even a ghost of a shadow.
Then where did this voice come from?
“Oh man, have I seen a ghost or what!” Even though it was a midsummer morning, Lin Qing felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
He instinctively wrapped the patch-covered clothes tighter around himself.
But that chill was seeping out from the gaps in his bones.
[Ding!
Would you like to receive the legacy immediately?] The eerie voice sounded again.
This time, Lin Qing was certain the voice didn’t enter through his ears, but rang out directly in his brain!
That’s even creepier, okay!
Gulp!
Lin Qing swallowed hard.
An absurd yet exciting thought suddenly crashed into his mind.
“Could it be…” His eyes gradually lit up.
“Is this my Golden Finger?
Or rather, the System?” That’s it!
How could I have forgotten about this!
I am a transmigrator!
Although it’s been six years since I was reborn into this World and I’ve been living the destitute life of an orphan, isn’t the standard equipment for a transmigrator a Golden Finger?
The traditional craft of a transmigrator cannot be lost!
That being said…
this System with a cinerary urn and my own funeral photo is a bit too much like abstract art.
“Isn’t the debut of my Golden Finger a bit…
not exactly from the land of the living?” A cinerary urn, a funeral photo, and even talking about Lin Qing’s legacy.
It probably has some sick sense of humor, giving him a wave of cold shivers.
After hesitating for a moment.
Lin Qing still bent down, picked up the urn, turned around, and went into the house.
…
The cinerary urn was carefully placed by Lin Qing on that tattered wooden table.
“Receive.” [Ding!
You have accepted the legacy, please listen to the last words!] His vision lit up without any warning.
It wasn’t sunlight shining in from outside, but light and shadow like a movie screen!
Clear images emerged in both eyes.
At the same time.
A calm, youthful narration with a faint echo slowly rang out in his mind.
[My name is Lin Qing.] A face appeared in the image.
“!!!” Lin Qing’s breathing suddenly stopped.
That face was Lin Qing’s face when he was 6 years old!
[I am a reborn transmigrator.] [Reborn into the Douluo Continent, in Emperor Soul Village, a small village within the Heaven Dou Empire.] The images switched following the narration.
The familiar dirt road, the familiar old locust tree, the familiar broken wooden house.
Even as the camera panned across, Lin Qing saw the hole in the corner of his own house that always leaked when it rained.
“No way…” Lin Qing murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly.
“Such a coincidence?” His heart skipped a beat, and a certain ominous premonition enveloped his whole body.
The narration gave him no time to think.
[At the age of six, I awakened my Spirit.] In the image, the young “Lin Qing” stood in the square in the center of the village.
The Spirit Hall staff responsible for the Awakening held up the Awakening Stone.
Light shone, and a crack slowly split open at the youth’s brow.
A deep, mysterious vertical eye that seemed to contain the starry sky slowly opened.
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