A person can be unlucky, but surely they can’t be unlucky twice, right?
Before being crushed into human pulp by a truck for the second time, Sento had always thought so.
And normally, even if one is unlucky twice, it shouldn’t happen back-to-back, right?
Having just been smashed into ‘hero shards’ by a truck in his original world and transmigrating to another, Sento had only just scrambled up from the ground and confirmed via the reflection of a closed storefront’s glass that he still had his handsome face.
Before he could even figure out which world he was in, a truck sent him flying into the sky once again.
As Sento soared through the air, he even vaguely heard the truck driver muttering to himself.
‘Oh, not bad, not bad.
Finished two orders today: one transmigrator, and one for a Survival Game…
Come to think of it, did those two guys from the orders look a bit alike?
Whatever, probably just interdimensional counterparts.’
Counterparts my foot.
Sento cursed fiercely in his heart.
It wasn’t because he was a coward who didn’t dare to swear out loud, but because his mouth could no longer speak the moment he was sent flying.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing in an empty space bathed in a soft, pale yellow light.
Directly in front of him was a glowing orb that looked suspiciously like a blatant rip-off.
‘Please don’t tell me this is the God Space,’ Sento chuckled dryly, talking to himself as he looked at the orb.
The orb didn’t reply directly; instead, it dumped a load of basic information into Sento’s mind.
The bad news: this was indeed an infinite-style level-clearing game, similar to the God Space.
The good news: the worlds he would need to visit likely wouldn’t involve high-end scenarios like two supremes clashing or the obliteration of the Heavenly Dao.
So, what kind of worlds would he be going to?
The answer was right on the surface; the truck driver had already told him.
This was the Survival Game space he had mentioned.
A more professional name would be the Wish Corridor.
The reason for the name was simple: there were two ways to enter the Wish Corridor.
The most common way was to randomly receive a message or email and reply with the wish one wanted to fulfill.
Once confirmed, one could enter this space.
Depending on the difficulty of the wish, those who entered the Wish Corridor had to clear a varying number of worlds before their wish could be granted.
What?
You’re saying Sento entered without making a wish?
He was, of course, the second of the two methods mentioned earlier.
People who died violent deaths had a chance of entering the Wish Corridor, though they couldn’t make their own wishes.
The only way to leave permanently was to clear ten worlds.
At that point, they could return to their original world with their gains from the Wish Corridor and be resurrected in the process.
After reading the general explanation, Sento breathed a sigh of relief.
It was okay; at least it was a tiny bit easier than having to beat a legend in a comeback match to win a resurrection.
Sento continued reading.
The Wish Corridor would only drop people into game worlds where survival or staying alive was the primary factor.
Surviving for a certain amount of time counted as clearing the world, and the difficulty of each world increased progressively.
‘Games focused on survival and staying alive?’ Sento’s lips curled into a smirk.
It seemed his luck had finally turned.
He was a gamer himself, and this genre happened to be one of his most-played types.
This was right up his alley.
Then came more detailed information, such as how each survival mission was a multiplayer effort, with a minimum of two people and no upper limit.
However, since the ultimate goal was to survive in the game world, it was essentially PVE with no PVP mode.
This made Sento breathe another sigh of relief; he wasn’t good at fighting with others.
Sento had intended to keep reading—there was a lot of information, and he had only seen a small fraction, perhaps less than a tenth—but the large orb above his head began to flash, its frequency growing increasingly rapid.
Though it couldn’t speak, its meaning was clear: it was obviously urging Sento to prepare for the transmigration.
‘Alright, alright, stop rushing me.
I’m going.’
As Sento spoke, three translucent hexagonal badges appeared before him, labeled Talent, Skill, and Wonder.
This was a newbie benefit; he could choose one of the three and then depart.
Talent was easy to explain: it was an innate ability, like immense strength or being thick-skinned.
Skill, on the other hand, was an acquired ability, such as carpentry or marksmanship.
Finally, a Wonder referred to an item possessing special powers.
These three categories were standardized into four tiers: bronze, Silver, Gold, and Legendary, from lowest to highest.
Sento looked closely, confirming that there was no Emerald or Diamond above Gold, and no Iron below bronze.
The reward couldn’t be precisely selected.
All Sento could do was pick one of the three categories, after which the Wish Corridor would randomly draw a bronze-tier reward from that category for him.
Sento scanned the examples.
bronze-tier Talents didn’t exceed the bounds of ordinary humans and generally lacked any overly ridiculous magical abilities; the same applied to Skills.
However, compared to Talents, Skills were clearly much better.
Many could be called’starter god-Skills.’ If he could pull Basic Plant Identification or Elementary Animal Anatomy, his survival probability would increase significantly.
The problem was that the Wish Corridor’s Skill pool was far too vast.
Even things like Introduction to Elementary Mathematics or Basic Text Polishing were counted as bronze-tier Skills.
If he pulled one of those…
it would truly be a dead end.
So, after much thought, Sento decided to choose a Wonder.
A bronze-tier Wonder was still a Wonder; it would surely have some miraculous ability.
For example, the One-time Hot Spring Stone: just find a place to plant this palm-sized stone, and it would automatically generate a 20-square-meter hot spring pool.
Sento wasn’t very interested in that, though.
He valued the javelin that could fly back to his hand after being thrown, and the leather pouch that could automatically generate small animal traps just by tossing in some hay and twigs and giving it a shake.
Having made his decision, he no longer hesitated.
He tapped the Wonder badge with his finger.
The badge shattered instantly, and countless cyan specks of light converged before him, slowly forming a metal whistle the size of a finger.
Sento picked up the whistle and took a look.
[dog-calling whistle (bronze): Blow the whistle to summon two Alaskan Malamutes.
They are very intelligent and can understand most of your commands.
The Malamutes persist for one hour.
Upon death or reaching the time limit, they will immediately vanish without leaving any remains.
This Wonder can be used once per day, and the usage count refreshes at midnight daily.]
Seeing the whistle’s description, Sento’s eyes lit up slightly.
He had made the right bet.
Two Alaskan Malamutes were a big deal; dogs could be incredibly helpful in various fields.
There were just two small problems.
One was that the duration was a bit too short—one hour a day was fine for simple patrolling, but for hauling or hunting, it was a bit tight.
The other problem was that Malamutes were essentially a snow-dwelling breed.
If the world he went to next was subtropical or even tropical, the dogs would be useless, barely able to move normally.
There was still plenty of information to check, but the flashing frequency of the orb in front of Sento had become almost blinding.
Never mind continuing to read; even standing there with his eyes closed felt uncomfortable.
So, Sento decisively chose to transmigrate.