Pain.
That was the first thing Fang Yuan felt.
Not sharp, not sudden—just a dull, all-encompassing ache. Like he had been
crushed under the weight of the world and stitched back together by something
that didn't care to do it cleanly
He groaned, coughing up dust. His body felt… strange. Lighter, smaller,
younger.
His eyes fluttered open to a ceiling made of dried clay and straw. The air was
thick with the scent of earth and smoke—real, gritty,
unfamiliar.
Where the hell am I?
Fang Yuan sat up slowly, his head pounding like a drum. Memories surged and
tangled—his old world, his old life. A life filled with mundane routines, internet
rants, and late-night Avatar marathons. That world felt distant now, like a
fading dream.
His fingers curled against the coarse mat beneath him. He looked down
somethin was not
right. This wasn't his body.
He stumbled to his feet and found a cracked mirror leaning against the wall. A
young man in is twenties stared back—dark hair, sharp amber eyes, and a face
hardened by something he hadn't lived through yet
He turned, stepping outside.
The village was small, ancient in its simplicity. Children played near an old
well, elders sat weaving baskets, and the wind carried the sound of someone
chopping firewood. The houses were sunbaked mudbrick, and the people wore Earth
Kingdom robes, faded with time.
Earth Kingdom?
Fang Yuan blinked.
Those clothes... Seem familiar somehow
He scanned the horizon. Mountains. Green fields. Cabbages.
His breath caught. This was real.
I've I been reincarnated? .
"This can't be..."
he muttered. "I'm in the Avatar world?"
But before panic could fully set in, something stirred within him. A whisper. A
tremble. The ground beneath his feet shifted ever so slightly, like the earth
itself had acknowledged him.
He froze.
"No," he whispered. "That didn't just happen."
But deep inside, something had awakened. Subtle. Dormant.
Ancient.
He didn't know it yet, but this was only the first step