The Undying Transmigrator

Chapter 55: Return

【Revival Point】

Mo Wen opened his eyes, gazing at the ceiling that felt both familiar and strangely unfamiliar.

It remained just as pale, but now stood slightly higher, making the space feel less cramped.

"What happened?"

Mo Wen tried to recall everything that had just happened, attempting to summon his psychic power again.

The psychic power had become extremely weak. Even when he strained to channel it, trying to replicate Qi Shiming's power, the result was merely generating a small ball of light. His memory of what he had done at the end remained somewhat fuzzy.

This wasn't unfamiliar to him. Back when he'd gotten headaches from reading strange books and just woke up, he couldn't remember their contents either. This was his self-protection mechanism, preventing things that could destroy him from making him suffer repeatedly.

But when in optimal condition, like when he had previously reached energy level 6, he could freely recall those special otherworldly texts. When concentrating, he could even risk self-destruction to remember.

Like now, trying to recall Eternal Pain again to push himself to energy level 6...

Mo Wen succeeded.But only for an instant before he disintegrated.

The power surging from within his heart killed him instantly, not even giving him time to enter his death-resistant state.

In the previous world, even without instruments, he could maintain energy level 3. But back at the 【Revival Point】, merely rising to energy level 2 carried the risk of meltdown. His normal state could only sustain energy level 1 with a maximum 4x acceleration.

Based on his sharp senses from momentarily being at energy level 6, he confirmed this was because there was no Warp to mediate and balance the energy.

It was like transitioning from a world where primal energy formed the material foundation, filled with spiritual energy, to a world without spiritual energy, based on microscopic particles.

Unable to generate spiritual energy internally, while facing the density limits of the Mahayana stage—where infinite power concentrated in human form could suddenly collapse into a black hole, instantly turning millennia of cultivation to dust.

Only those powerful enough to establish their own laws or rival entire worlds could preserve their power across worlds.

At least psychic power was a force where mind overcame matter, far superior to certain useless things on his body.

"Not a bad harvest overall. Since the momentum is good, I should proceed with the next crossing immediately."

Mo Wen looked toward the familiar door, then immediately noticed the unprecedented anomaly.

Beside the familiar door, there was now another door.

With his exceptional memory, he could confirm it was the door to the single-room employee dormitory assigned to him during his time at Dream Corporation.

Why would such a door appear? Was it because of something he had done? What lay behind it? Could he possibly return to the previous world through this door?

But I never actually lived in this dorm—I only glanced at it twice in the employee handbook. Those previous two days were either spent in intense training or continuous deadly battles. Why would this dorm door, which only nominally belongs to me, appear here!

Mo Wen took a deep breath to calm himself, then approached the door and pushed it open.

Behind the door wasn't the previous world, but simply his single-room employee dormitory.

A personal terminal of unknown power source emitted a faint glow. The desk was covered with boxes of various sizes, occupying almost half the room. The Dragon Blade and the rather useless "Strongest Staff" hung on the wall, while a personal virtual reality device stood in the corner.

Why?

Mo Wen didn't understand, but he still entered the room and began carefully opening the boxes.

The largest box contained an ethereal blue cube and a card with a smiling face drawn on it, covered with writing.

The largest box contained an ethereal blue cube and a card with a smiling face drawn on it, covered with writing.

"Simply put, after your death, the professional team has been continuously studying your final remnants."

"We suspect you might possess a 'World Predator' trait—when things are pushed beyond the world's protection, you can devour them based on your predatory nature."

"Sounds terrifying, but thinking carefully, this could completely be called 'automatic collection' right?"

"Before the calculated 'edible period' ended, I stuffed things into this conceptually-your room, then threw them into still-experimental equipment."

"If you get the chance, you can replicate this behavior later, collecting more souvenirs from various worlds."

"The box contains the 'Mo Wen Type-1 Hyperspace Engine,' named after you—a miracle that opens a new era for humanity, even the entire universe."

"We, and our descendants, will strive to find you. Of course, considering the difficulty, this definitely won't be a priority. - Qi Shiming"

For the first time, Mo Wen felt "hope."

He wasn't alone. He wasn't just a passing traveler. The world no longer felt like an illusory bubble to him. The traces he left in other worlds were so clear.

How marvelous.

But was stuffing a hyperspace engine really meaningful? Mo Wen wasn't quite sure.

He continued unpacking gifts.

"Greetings, thank you for leaving behind the 'spirit root'—this special biological structure that can resist hostile psychic influence while enhancing individual psychic power. We decided to gift you the first-generation 'Spirit Beast Pet' in return. It can mentally link with you, sharing your psychic pressure. - Life Faction."

The box was empty. Mo Wen guessed he probably couldn't receive living creatures.

Hope the 'Spirit Beast Pet' is okay.

"I don't really understand why I overslept in the dorm, missing that century-defining battle, missing my final chance to see you. However, I think these things might be very helpful to you. - Phantom."

Inside the box, hundreds of publications with clear visuals, unique textures, and seemingly some minor special functions were neatly arranged.

For new humans who reproduced through factories and had low sexual desire, these things were collectibles.

That Phantom could obtain such items showed genuine sincerity, but... well... it's just... not... okay, not completely useless either.

"Pay attention to physical and mental health. - Ren Yiyi."

Inside the box was something with immeasurable bad influence on teenagers, perfectly complementing Phantom's gift, complete with self-cleaning function.

Weird.

"Totally numb—free fall took so long that I missed the entire battle. Hope the Dragon Blade helped you. But is the Dragon Blade still with you now? - Dragonblade Ninja."

Inside was a transformable sheath that seemed perfectly matched with the transformable Dragon Blade.

But more crucially, if the Dragon Blade wasn't given by someone, why was it hanging on the wall? Even that cheap Strongest Staff was hanging beside it.

Mysterious, but such questions couldn't be answered immediately. Mo Wen decided to set aside the problems and just use whatever weapons were available.

"When away from home, make sure to eat well. - Ren Sisi."

Inside were thousands of pill-like items—some military-grade high-energy instant food, others concentrated seasonings.

For someone like Mo Wen who could survive eating dirt both physiologically and psychologically, the usefulness was somewhat subtle, but it represented thoughtful consideration nonetheless.

Mo Wen opened, tested, sorted, and stored all the other various-sized gifts one by one.

Then, his gaze turned toward the terminal and the virtual reality device.