Chapter 1 : Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Reincarnated into Another World
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Darkness.
Ryan did not know where he was.
The next moment—
Ryan slowly opened his eyes.
“Th… this… is this a hospital?”
Ryan’s last memory was encountering the ultimate necessity for transmigrators—a Dayun heavy truck.
At the time, he had just finished 48 consecutive hours of overtime.
After leaving the company, he staggered toward the subway station.
However, a Dayun-brand heavy truck drove straight toward him.
After experiencing a dizzying whirl of heaven and earth, he lost consciousness.
When Ryan woke up, he initially thought he was lying on a hospital bed.
He had even been about to thank the person who brought him there for saving his life.
But in the next moment, he realized something was not quite right.
There were indeed white bedsheets around him.
However—
Why was there a baby not far beside him?
What kind of hospital was this?
How could it place a severely injured car accident victim in the same room as a baby?
And even if they were in the same room—
Why did that baby have a pair of beast ears?
At first, Ryan thought the ears were toys, perhaps something the baby’s parents had bought for their child.
The ears protruded from between strands of silver-white hair, resembling exquisitely crafted plush ornaments from a shop—snow-white fur trimmed neatly and roundly, with faint pink tips at the ends. The edges were so smooth it seemed as if they had been combed repeatedly with a fine-toothed brush.
They were tiny, even smaller than a child’s palm. When resting quietly among the hair, they barely moved at all. Even the way sunlight reflected off them seemed deliberate, as though they had been coated with a layer of matte white paint.
But after a while, Ryan noticed something strange.
When the wind blew in from the window, the ears suddenly seemed to gain a will of their own.
They were no longer motionless decorations. Instead, they subtly turned with the sound of the wind. The white fur was stirred, brushing along the ear contours and revealing a faint pink inner side beneath.
When the distant chirping of cicadas rang out, the ears instantly stood upright. The pink tips pointed toward the source of the sound, and even the texture of the fur became clearly defined due to the tension of the muscles beneath.
Now, looking at them again, the whiteness of those ears was no longer something that paint or plush could imitate—
It was a warmth imbued with body heat, a living white that moved with emotion, a white filled with countless delicate nerves capable of hearing the secrets carried by the wind.
All of this proved one thing.
Those beast ears were not toys—they were real!
This realization caused Ryan’s eyes to widen in shock.
At the same time, the sound of a door opening drew his attention.
Ryan saw a woman walk in from outside.
She approached him slowly and spoke:
“@！！%￥%！！@#！@”
Ryan stared at her with wide eyes.
He could not understand a single word!
But that was not the most important thing.
The most important thing was her appearance.
She looked to be in her early twenties, just over 1.6 meters tall. Her figure was full and eye-catching, neither bloated nor excessive, but rich and well-proportioned enough to make most girls her age secretly envious.
Yet what truly captured Ryan’s gaze was her flowing blue hair, shimmering like water, and the pair of long ears standing amidst it.
Those ears were covered in fine white fur, slightly flushed at the tips. They were long enough to nearly reach her shoulders, trembling gently as she spoke, with the tips occasionally giving a playful twitch.
Ryan’s gaze lingered on those ears for a moment before he became certain—
They were absolutely not some elaborate disguise or accessory.
When she turned her head earlier, the way the fur behind her ears lifted in the breeze, and the faint pink veins visible at the base while she spoke, all carried the vivid vitality of a living being.
Those ears, just like her, were real.
The next moment—
She reached out and gently lifted Ryan into her arms.
What happened next made Ryan’s eyes widen even further.
He could hardly believe it.
This seemingly slender woman could actually lift him—a grown man weighing around seventy kilograms—with ease!
And she did not stop there.
She gently rocked him back and forth, humming an unknown tune.
The song was warm and soothing.
But Ryan had no mind to appreciate it.
Because after being lifted by her, he saw a mirror in the bedroom.
In the mirror, within the woman’s arms, was a tiny baby.
“Waa—waa—!”
Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but what came out were only broken, incoherent cries.
There was no mistake—that was his voice.
It took Ryan quite a while to calm down.
Then, almost instinctively, he raised his hand and brought it before his eyes.
The moment his gaze fell upon it, his breathing halted.
That was not the hand he was familiar with.
What he saw was an exceedingly small hand: the joints were round like freshly peeled almonds, the skin pale with a faint pink hue, delicate as if it would redden at the slightest touch. Even the fingernails were tiny semicircles, shining with a healthy pearlescent glow.
This was unmistakably a baby’s hand—soft and tender, untouched by any roughness of the world. Each tiny finger was plump and gentle, curling like budding white roses.
Combining his last memory with the scene before him—
A bold guess formed in his mind.
He had transmigrated!
He had transmigrated into another world—a world with beast-eared girls.
Before transmigrating, he had often read novels in his spare time, so he was naturally familiar with this kind of trope.
According to the usual pattern, a system should appear next, right?
Thinking this, Ryan silently called out in his mind:
“System?”
“System bro?”
Ryan began to feel anxious.
This was not right.
According to the novels he had read, anyone sent to another world by a Dayun truck would come equipped with a system.
So why was there a problem in his case?
Do not mess with me!
Without the help of a system, he would probably still end up as a workhorse in this other world.
If he was a workhorse before transmigrating and still a workhorse after transmigrating, then what was the point of all this?
[Ding, detected that the host has awakened and recalled memories of his previous life. Beginning system binding…]
[10%…30%…50%…80%…90%…100%!]
[Ding, Armament System successfully bound!]
“Hah…”
Ryan let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
Good, good, good.
As long as there was a system, everything was fine.
With a system, he would never become a workhorse again.
He no longer cared that he was still being held. Instead, he calmed his mind and focused all his attention on the system.
After all, the strength of the system would determine how far he could go in this other world.