After reading so much in the front, you may think that I am a super scheming man, right?

Yes, that's right, I've never denied that I'm a bad person. My mind is dark, my judgment is extreme, my logic is strange, my perspective is unexpected, my gaze is always stronger than a blade, and I always feel like the opposite of a normal person.

Because I used to be an undercover agent in the past world.

And it's an undercover agent lurking inside the drug cartel.

If it were that simple, it probably wouldn't have made me so twisted.

First of all, I was Chinese, then I was a police officer in the United States, and then I was infiltrated in a Mexican drug cartel, and I was working for the FBI. What's more complicated is that some of my police colleagues are undercover agents for drug dealers, some of my FBI bosses are shielding drug dealers, and what is even more terrifying is that I found that many retired special forces in the United States have actually become conduits. A net, the deeper I sink, the more I don't know what I should do?

I was spotted by drug dealers, hunted down, wanted by my former colleagues, shot as a fugitive drug dealer, I was hunted by the FBI, I was hunted by the former Navy SEALs. At this time, I still lean towards justice and goodness, and believe that order is inevitable.

Then, I fell. I have degenerated from orderly goodness to chaos and evil, and I have witnessed many strange things happening, violating my original position, reversing my original logic, and refuting my original judgment. What I once relied on has collapsed, what I once admired, has deteriorated, what I once took for granted has not been, and what I once thought I fought for has disappeared.

Because of the interests, a lot of things have changed.

Because those people have unfettered violence and power, more things have changed.

Then time flew by, and I hid in Argentina, a country with many yellow-skinned people, lurking in a prison in the countryside, and spent ten years like hell. The hunt never stops, everything I once attached to this world has been burned, the violence in the prison is escalating in reality, and I have to fight for survival as well.

Then I was released, I was expelled, I began to wander, and I also began to take revenge.

My face has already changed, my person has completely changed, and I have completely fallen into the abyss.

I don't know what I've done, only the sound of red and water, I don't know where I once was, everything is like a shattered mirror, everything disappears in the flames of bullets.

At the end I was put in an electric chair and listened to them read out the verdict of my life. Oh, so I've smoothed out all the grievances. Then, how did I die?

Electrocuted?

Too cheap for me.

I was surrounded by the family members and shot with more than 30 pistols and more than 300 rounds of ammunition.

But I enjoyed it.

Then there is an abyss, a pitch-black abyss that does not know how long or short.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw an ancient city in the midst of blood and fire, and a Taoist priest flying in the sky threw out a cyan electric light to slaughter the samurai on the ground. I saw my own body bleeding, and I also saw another Taoist priest sitting in a gazebo not far away, drinking with the terrible blood in front of him, and he was elated.

Then the Taoist priest let out a "huh", suddenly disappeared, appeared beside me like a teleportation, grabbed my hand, and a cool air rushed to my head, as if rushing into a mysterious place.

"It turned out to be this. Not bad. Very good. He shouted excitedly, and then flew up to the sky to stop the Taoist priest who was still wantonly slaughtering. I don't know what he said, the Taoist priest flew away in a daze. Then the yellow-clothed army besieging the mountain city also withdrew, after the leaders of the army seemed to have been killed by the Taoist priest.

Then, I knew, I crossed over.

A very strange crossing.

I was a Christian, and although I later broke the cross and betrayed the faith, my mythological world is still Christendom. I am Chinese, but my grandfather has immigrated to the United States since 1935 and married a Chinese girl from the same immigrant family, which is my grandmother. Then my father got married in 1976 to a Chinese girl from an immigrant family, who was my mother. Naturally, my grandfather, my grandmother, and my mother, all three families were Chinese families who had converted to the church in the late Qing Dynasty, and they were brought together because of their common beliefs and common ancestral origins.

So, I don't know much about Eastern mythology.

In the past, when I was not an undercover agent, I read some books, comics, movies, and pictures related to oriental mythology, and knew some things about the Jade Emperor, the Monkey King, the monk and the Bodhisattva, Tang Sanzang, and the Yama King. But I prefer Japanese ghost stories with poignant paintings, and I also prefer Japanese manga stories. However, the ones I studied most deeply were "The Lord of the Rings", "Narnia", and "Dungeons and Dragons", which are the pinnacle of modern fantasy literature in the West. I am more familiar with knights and elves than the Taoist priests and monks of the East, after all, I am also a gamer.

When I was lurking undercover, I deliberately studied Mexican myths and legends. When I fell, I chased the myth of Cthulhu. In a prison in Argentina, I studied the civilization of South American India, and the bloodier and more violent laws of death of the underground Black Boxer. By the time I set out on the path of revenge, I was a completely faithless chaotic person.

But when I opened my eyes, I found that everything I had used to have been cut and frozen in ice.

All my memories in the previous world, all the memories I have experienced in the flesh of this world, were all cut by an extremely powerful golden finger and solidified into two books. I am like a frozen soul coming out of the slumber of death, calm, sober, calm, clear, and wise. What the past world can leave me may be the scheming honed in the previous world, and the inherent goodness of this world.

Because of the speculative logic that a normal thirteen-year-old indigenous boy should have, with my experience from the previous world, and with the help of that golden finger, I looked up at the sky and guessed a lot of undercurrents about this world from the memories left by the boy. So I was careful.

Although I'm also bold.

I discovered that there are people in this world who have lived since 100,000 years ago, and even more sacred and powerful than the limits of my imagination in the past. "Great power" and "immortality" were like two huge copper hammers, smashing on my heart, smashing out the sparks of ambition in the sky.

The Taoist priest who slaughtered the Chen clan mountain city was just a grassroots micro-existence like a paving stone in the cultivator system, and it was even smaller than my identity as a police officer in the past. But his ability has already refreshed my three perceptions, so what about those who have only seen it in books, who have turned mountains and seas, and captured stars and moons? What about those Dao Ancestors who have incarnated and whose rules are comparable to those of the gods of the DND world?

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I stumbled like a newborn baby. A completely unfamiliar writing system, a completely different ruling order and economic order, a completely different concept, belief, identity, value judgment, completely different clothing and diet, a completely unexpected system of power and gods and monsters, all of them washed me over and over again.

Thank you to the power that pulled me into this world so that I could face it all.

I am even more grateful to that perverted and powerful golden finger, which allowed me to devour all the knowledge that I could access like a black hole, and let me molt again and again like a caterpillar, evolving at a speed that is imperceptible to outsiders. Today, there is no trace of the previous world left in my body. I eat and live like an indigenous, I live and walk like an indigenous, and I love and hate more like an indigenous.

Now, except for the Void World opened up by Goldfinger, I have left a small corner for the world I past, and any other time and space has been transformed into the characteristics of this world.

I continued to look at the tome in my hand, word by word. I was very serious when I was reading, so Liu Xiaoqin sat next to me after a short fuss, not daring to disturb me at all. She has things to do, though.

Not at all what she expected, on her small desk, there was a thin booklet. On the cover is written "Liu Xiaoqin's Cultivation Diary-Chapter 361", and below it is written "by Senior Brother". This is Liu Xiaoqin's hatred since she started, and it is also the "one record a day" that makes other junior sisters salivate.

Today is the 361st day of her initiation, and she, who is only 16 days later than me, tragically went under the same master with me, and then was stuffed to me by the extremely irresponsible master, and then used as an experiment by my strange senior brother to fiddle with again and again.

Every night, I would calculate the various things that Liu Xiaoqin needed to do in her cultivation the next day in the Golden Finger Space, correct the homework she handed in today, determine the difficulties she encountered in her cultivation now, and make special answers, pointing out the books she needed to read. This deep love from the elder brother can be said to be even more excessive than the spring rain, drenching all the secrets of her whole body, turning her into a little white rabbit and rubbing it in the palm of her hand.

"Senior brother, you're too much. Why are there so many today?" the booklet is very thin, but it also has sixty sheets of paper. Compared to the previous two or three pieces of paper a day, today's one is a little scary. But after today, my affairs have become more and more, where is there still time to carefully consider and explain those cultivation issues directly and thoroughly, so that you, a thirteen-year-old girl, can also understand it.

No, I'm going to put a little more weight on you.

Just like me.

I raised my eyes to look ahead, and there were twelve jade pendants, jade slips, and jade sticks on the rosewood tabletop. Today there is another jade pendant representing Uncle Lu. What's more, on the piece of jade pendant that Ancestor Xie Daoqing gave me, new words have now emerged.