My Will Rules Another World

Chapter 4: Successful Soul Rebirth, The Super Brain

The bright moon hung high in the sky, its silver light spilling over Long Qi’s body. To any onlooker, he would look nothing more than a corpse, lying perfectly still amid the pool of blood. Moonlight reflected off the crimson liquid and fell upon him, making him seem to glow with a faint red radiance. If one drew near and observed closely, they could spot a dim golden light emanating from within his flesh.

This strange phenomenon came from Ling Feng reshaping the body with the power of his will. Cases like his were extraordinarily rare. A soul that could merge into another person’s body must face zero bodily rejection, and the odds of such compatibility were vanishingly small. Ling Feng had absorbed the original body’s soul fragments into his own spirit, tricking the flesh into accepting him as its rightful inhabitant, so no rejection arose.

When Ling Feng had entered the corpse, the fusion process had begun. Unlike most souls, which merged in a dazed, confused state, he felt every step of the union with full clarity. What was more, he discovered he could exert partial control over the process.

Ling Feng poured all his focus into remaking his brain. Back on Earth, he had once dreamed of restructuring the human mind to function like a computer. Most regions of the human brain lay dormant, never activated throughout a person’s entire lifetime.

He sorted through all of Long Qi’s old memories and data. He partitioned those undeveloped brain areas just like hard‑drive storage space. His own soul acted as the operating system. This was as far as he could go; the human brain was far too mysterious to alter further.

From Long Qi’s memories, Ling Feng learned a great many things. This world was one of swords and magic. No name existed for the planet itself. Much like ancient Earth, its people had no concept that they lived upon a spherical celestial body, so they had never given it a title.

According to what Long Qi knew, only two continents had been discovered so far, separated by a vast ocean. Sea conditions were brutal most of the time. Only for a few months every ten years would the waters turn calm. Trade between the two lands could only happen during this window, when they exchanged local specialties.

One landmass was known as the Eastern Continent. The other was naturally called the Western Continent. Long Qi resided on the Western Continent.

Unsurprisingly, the two continents used entirely different spoken languages and written scripts.

On the Western Continent, most humans spoke the Common Tongue and used Common Script. Ling Feng had fully mastered both, having absorbed all of Long Qi’s memories.

Reading further, Ling Feng wondered if he had somehow stepped inside a novel. This continent was filled with diverse races, nearly identical to those he had read in fiction.

There were the peace‑loving Elves, men and women all breathtakingly handsome, dwelling deep within the Elven Forest. Then came the Dwarves, who loved forging metal and mining. They stood no taller than 1.3 meters, and every male grew a great thick beard. The Beastmen bore distinct animal‑like physical traits… and there were also the Dragon race, among other familiar peoples.

Humans formed the dominant power across the continent. They possessed overwhelming numbers, paired with ingenuity and creativity. Countless kingdoms dotted the land, yet four great powers stood above all others, each ruling one cardinal direction of the continent.

In the east lay the Tianxiang Empire, ruled by the imperial Li Clan.

To the west stood the Fart Empire, governed by the Fart family.

The northern Beastman Empire was ruled by beastmen, the sole nation governed by a non‑human race.

The southern Vermillion Bird Kingdom was led by the Phoenix Clan, said to carry the bloodline of phoenixes.

Scattered between these four powers were numerous smaller states. Only a handful could stand against the four great empires in battle. The Magical Beast Forest sat at the very heart of the continent, belonging to no nation’s sphere of influence.

Mages and warriors were the main professions of this land. Warriors were further split into Swordsmen and Knights. Magic was divided into four elements: fire, wind, water and earth, differing only in the spells they unleashed.

Every profession had nine ranks. For swordsmen, the tiers were Swordsman, Sword Master, and Sword Saint. Mages progressed from Mage, Archmage, to Grand Mage. Knights were ranked from Grade‑One all the way to Grade‑Nine. Before obtaining official titles, practitioners were called Apprentice Swordsman, Apprentice Knight, and Mage Apprentice. Their actual combat power roughly corresponded to these grades.

Official titles did not perfectly represent real strength. Many powerful figures never bothered to take the assessment. For instance, Long Tian’s grandfather had never undergone formal ranking. Still, after defeating countless titled warriors, he was widely acknowledged as a High‑rank Sword Saint.

Such cases were rare, however. Most people craved prestige, so they sought official titles matching their true power.

The ranking assessments were extremely rigorous. A title could not guarantee one’s full strength, yet it served as a reliable baseline showing the minimum level a person had attained.

Xuerou and Xueqing were High‑rank Mages. Xin Lei had only just advanced to Grade‑Four Knight, while Lin Wei’er was a Junior Sword Master. It was plain to see how heavily they had held back during their fight against the Dark Tiger.

Going through Long Qi’s personal records, Ling Feng finally understood why the princess had resorted to such an elaborate scheme to murder him.

Long Tian was the second young master of the Long Clan. Among the four great clans of the Tianxiang Empire, the Long Clan had the fewest members, yet boasted unmatched power. The ancestors of the Long Clan, alongside the forebears of the other three great clans, had fought side‑by‑side to found the Tianxiang Empire. The remaining three clans were the imperial Li Clan, the Bai Clan, and the Eastern House.

For some unknown reason, the Long Clan had always produced only one heir per generation, no matter how many wives and concubines the men took. Long Tian’s generation broke this pattern with two sons. Even the normally low‑profile Long Clan had thrown grand banquets to celebrate. That was why Long Tian was the clan’s treasured darling.

Spoiled from childhood, Long Tian grew up committing every manner of evil deed. He did no good, yet every kind of wicked act was within his repertoire. Harassing women and seizing property were his specialties, and a*******n had become a habit. Any beautiful woman, no matter her status, was fair game for his harassment.

This time he had set his sights on Princess Xuerou. Though he had never fully gotten his way with her, he had groped and insulted her many times. She had reported him to the emperor, yet the emperor could do nothing. Complaints against Long Tian had piled up over the years. The emperor had spoken to Long Jue, the head of the Long Clan.

Long Jue only promised to discipline his son, yet handed down no real punishment. The emperor dared not offend the Long Clan, for they held absolute military power. Driven into this corner, Princess Xuerou devised this whole plot. To pull it off, she had let him grow intimate with her. Everything had happened except the final act. Incidentally, Xueqing was a young lady of the Bai Clan, and she too had suffered Long Tian’s indecent advances.

After sifting through Long Tian’s memories, Ling Feng sighed. Such a rotten character was truly rare. He was utterly uneducated. Apart from martial arts, he knew next to nothing. He understood no magic, no military strategy, and lacked even basic common sense.

His father Long Jue had forced him to train in combat from boyhood. Only those of Long Clan blood could cultivate the Proud Dragon Art, so every clansman was precious. At sixteen, reaching the second layer of the art made him somewhat talented, though far inferior to his elder brother. His brother had already reached the third layer at sixteen and now stood at the fourth layer. Still, many in history had only hit the second layer by sixteen, and some never even made it that far.

The Proud Dragon Art had been created by the Long Clan’s founding ancestor for his own use. Legend said the Long Clan carried dragon blood, though no one could confirm the truth. Even so, Long Clan physiques were genuinely different from ordinary folk.

Ling Feng read through the complete Proud Dragon Art. Once he grasped its full content, he began circulating battle qi. It was all he could do for the moment, since his body could not yet move. He had no idea what strange changes were unfolding within his flesh.

His wounds slowly drew in blood pooling on the ground, both his own and that of the Dark Tiger. Normally human bodies could not assimilate foreign blood, but Ling Feng’s unique constitution made it possible. Time trickled onward, and little by little his injuries knit themselves closed.

Ling Feng found he could move at last and climbed to his feet. His clothes were soaked in blood, yet his wounds had stopped bleeding entirely, their original edges hard to distinguish beneath the stains.

The eastern sky began to pale. I no longer need to hide. I am a living, normal human now.

He had spent so long completing the fusion. He wondered why no magical beasts had drawn near. Could this be the Dark Tiger’s territory? Perhaps it followed the old rule — one mountain shall not hold two tigers.

Ling Feng’s guess was correct. Dark Tigers were solitary, domineering magical beasts. No other monsters dared dwell within its domain.

Ling Feng picked up the greatsword and skinned the tiger hide, then extracted its magic core. He stowed both inside the spatial pouch. This pouch held a hundred cubic meters of space, most of it empty. The few items left inside were tools, toys for Long Tian’s amusement. The spatial ring only offered one cubic meter of storage. One spatial item could never be placed inside another; doing so would warp spatial stability and destroy both artifacts.

Clutching the greatsword, Ling Feng headed toward the nearest water source he knew of. No one knew the terrain of the Magical Beast Forest better than him right now. While floating high above, he had memorized every detail of the landscape, and his super brain had constructed a complete three‑dimensional map.

At a small stream, Ling Feng washed away all the blood caked on his body. He changed into fresh clothes from the spatial pouch, slung the greatsword over his back, and set off toward the outer edge of the forest.

He checked what was inside the spatial pouch. Useless. This one was no good either… Good heavens, why had this fool brought nothing practical into the forest? Next he checked his spatial ring. It was stuffed full of books. Do not mistake this for scholarly diligence. Aside from one introductory volume on magic, every other book was obscene literature. With such supplies, survival was impossible, not just in this monster‑infested woods — he would surely have perished even inside an ordinary forest with his dismal survival skills.