The Awakening of the Reborn

It had to be said, the youth possessed a truly unique appearance. His features were so delicate that his gender was indistinguishable, and a cascade of long, dark hair lay scattered casually across the bed like spilled ink. Despite such striking beauty, he was, after all, a male, rendering his exquisite looks somewhat incongruous with his true nature.

The youth lay in what appeared to be an Ice Chamber, thick with chilling mist and a pervasive cold that sent shivers down one’s spine. Bai Yiren had moved him here because he also possessed a Yin-cold constitution, hoping the frigid environment might aid his recovery.

After such a prolonged period of unconsciousness, they could only resort to desperate measures.

As time slowly ticked by, the quietly slumbering youth’s eyebrows twitched—a rare movement. Could he finally be waking up?

Indeed, after a few more minutes, the youth slowly opened his eyes. However, his gaze was bewildered and vacant, typical of someone just roused from a deep, comatose sleep. It was the kind of dazed reaction many experience after sleeping for too long, feeling utterly muddled and disconnected from reality.

Soon, however, the youth gradually regained his clarity. He kept his eyes open, observing his surroundings; the scene before him was initially blurry but quickly sharpened into focus.

With some effort, he pushed himself up into a sitting position. As he moved, his body’s joints popped and cracked audibly, protesting the sudden motion after years of stillness.

“This… what is this place? An Ice Chamber?”

The youth mumbled to himself in his mind after sitting up.

He attempted to move further, but his body felt incredibly stiff and uncomfortable all over. Yet, the worst discomfort was still to come. Just as the youth’s mind fully cleared, he felt a dull, throbbing ache in his head, followed by a sudden influx of countless memories—or rather, memory fragments. These chaotic shards of the past overwhelmed him, making his brain feel as though it would explode. The sensation was excruciating.

“Ah!…”

“What is happening? What are all these things?”

The youth couldn’t help but cry out, clutching his head in agony.

It seemed he was questioning the memory images surfacing in his mind, wondering if something was wrong with his sanity. After all, Bai Yiren had mentioned that the youth’s soul must have suffered trauma.

Of course, these gradually recovering memories also brought him some benefit. They began to reveal his identity and what he had truly experienced.

“No, these aren’t my memories?”

“What is going on? Why are there so many memories in my mind that don’t belong to me?”

The youth’s face twisted into an expression of utter disbelief.

Indeed, the awakened youth believed the memories in his mind were not his own, which was truly perplexing. As the memories stabilized, other unsettling discoveries followed in quick succession. First, he noticed his own extremely long black hair, a feature that filled him with a profound sense of unfamiliarity.

“When did my hair get so long?” the youth muttered in astonishment, clutching a silken strand.

He then instinctively touched his face, examined his hands, and finally noticed the clothes he was wearing. Everything about himself felt utterly alien.

“Huh? This isn’t right. Why am I wearing ancient women’s clothes? And why do I have such long hair? What is this?”

A sudden, audacious guess formed in the youth’s mind.

The moment the thought struck him, he immediately tore open his collar and anxiously reached his hand into the white skirt. Only when his fingers brushed against something familiar did he finally let out a sigh of relief.

“You scared me; it’s still there. But… it’s smaller. No, this is all wrong, this isn’t my body.”

The youth finally comprehended the situation, staring at his own hands in utter shock.

Indeed, the youth’s reaction stemmed from the fact that the person now inhabiting his body was not the original soul, but a reborn individual from another world.

This reborn individual, whose original name was Bai Lan, had been an office worker on Earth.

One evening, while leaving work, a bolt of lightning had suddenly descended from the sky, seemingly striking him. His consciousness then plunged into slumber, only to reawaken just moments ago.

This was precisely why everything before him felt so alien, including his own memories. Those memories simply weren’t his.

Bai Lan raised a hand and pinched his cheek hard. Once he confirmed the pain, he understood this was no dream; after being struck by lightning, he had been reborn into the body of a youth named Xue Yue.

The original owner of this body, Xue Yue, possessed a significant identity: the young master of the ancient Xue Clan in the Eastern Continent. He had fled his family due to a catastrophe, but not before sustaining severe injuries, which had caused him to faint and eventually fall unconscious. This was all Bai Lan knew for now.

“What in the world is happening? Reborn? And into the body of some unlucky wretch?”

Bai Lan grumbled inwardly. He had never imagined such a thing could happen to him.

Fortunately, he wasn’t truly a child; after an initial surge of emotion, he quickly calmed himself.

He swiftly scanned his surroundings. Spotting a dressing mirror on a table within the Ice Chamber, he dragged his uncomfortable body slowly off the bed. However, his body was too weak, lacking even the strength to stand, forcing him to crawl painstakingly towards the mirror.

Upon reaching the table, he gripped its edge firmly and slowly propped himself up. Then, he used the mirror to examine his face.

“Eh… what? Oh my god, my heavens?”

At this sight, the youth’s mouth fell wide open, as if he had witnessed something utterly unbelievable, wearing an expression of having seen a ghost.

Indeed, what he saw at that moment was no different from encountering a specter.

Reflected in the mirror was a face of extraordinary beauty—veritably stunning. Though it appeared youthful, it was undeniably captivating, more beautiful than most women Bai Lan had ever seen in his previous life.

Yet, he was certain he was a man. This meant that this exquisite face belonged to a male body.

“Damn it, if this body didn’t have the parts of a man, I would have thought I’d been reborn as a woman! What exactly is going on here? I was supposedly struck by lightning—can a lightning strike really lead to transmigration? Does that mean… I’m the chosen one?”

Bai Lan found the whole situation utterly preposterous.

Although he desperately wanted to believe he was dreaming, Xue Yue’s memories confirmed that everything was real, not an illusion.

“Heh heh, little one, you guessed correctly. You truly are the chosen one.”

Just as Bai Lan was riddled with questions, a strange voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

Bai Lan froze, instinctively glancing around the empty chamber. Seeing no one else, he thought he had misheard and couldn’t help but tap his forehead.

“Where did that voice come from? There’s no one here, did I mishear?”

Bai Lan’s face was filled with bewilderment.

Immediately, however, the voice resounded again, this time even clearer. The voice Bai Lan had heard moments ago spoke once more.

“Fated one, you did not mishear; it is I who am speaking to you.”