In the infinite sea of unreality, a formless demiplane drifted between universes, a pocket reality unto itself.
A half-formed world.
The cosmic equivalent of a premature birth.
For a brief moment, it brushed against the soul of an ordinary man.
A normal life.
Normal hobbies.
For that brief moment, he was unfortunate.
Cosmic misfortune.
The human body—fragile, mortal—collapsed without ceremony.
Three seconds.
That was all it took.
He died without ever understanding what had touched him.
The demiplane did not even possess the consciousness to notice when his soul hitched a ride.
Nor did it resist when the two formed a connection.
It simply drifted through the sea of unreality.
Like foam upon an endless ocean.
Until eventually—
In another world, a healthy boy was born, announcing his life with a loud wail.
A child of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
A new life for the soul of an unfortunate man.
His name would be Yu Xiaogang.