Transmigration: Life As A Ger In Ancient Times With My Mystical Snake

Xiao Ling laid still with heavy eyelids trying his best to stay awake, he knew for a fact that there was no way out for him in the situation he was in....so all he could do was to stare arrogantly at the 98th dungeon boss approaching him with a sinister smile of horror. He knew death was inevitable in this world of dungeon apocalypse so he wasn’t afraid to die....he was just regretful and resentful as he reminisce of his adventures with his so called trusted comrades...yet they betrayed him for more skills and dungeon authorities from those so called gods and constellations. ’ If I get a chance to redo it all,... I’d feed them to the monsters little by little till they experience what exactly pain means. I, Xiao Ling, the one whom inherited the will of the shadow monarch, left in this state to meet my end..... isn’t it so ironic?...Hehe ’. He rediculed himself as he stared pathetically as the dungeon boss smiled more brightly stepping on his head which made him (XL) grunt in pain and coughed out blood. Xiao Ling was suffocated as the dungeon boss increase weight in his leg slowly crushing Xiao Ling’s skull which made him passed out from the intense pain knowing that was the end of the road for him.

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In a dark and leaky thatched cottage, Xiao Ling slowly opened his heavy eyelids. He tried to sit up but ended up grunting feeling his body heavy and aching all over, he stared blankly in the dark trying to figure out what was going on as he was so sure the dungeon monster had crushed him to death. He tried to adjust his sight and enable him to see in the dark but failed due to his whole body feeling weak and lifeless, he (XL) widened his eyes in horror when he saw a man laying beside him on the bed under the same quilt.

He could see the man staring straight into his eyes as if searching deep within his soul which made Xiao Ling feel threatened and was on guard but he couldn’t move or do anything to protect himself from the stranger beside him..

"....wife you are awake now? "

the man asked him in a very low and soothing voice, but Xiao Ling couldn’t make anything out as he felt his head spinning.

" Wh...who are you?! "

was all he could mutter before passing out ..... In the dark cottage the man quietly stared at Xiao Ling who had completely passed out as if looking at something interesting, the corners of his lips slightly curled up as he placed a finger on Xiao Ling’s forehead sending his qi into all parts of Xiao Ling’s body. ’ a different soul.....’ he thought before retrieving his finger and closing his eyes as he went back to sleep.

In Xiao Ling’s sleep, he had a disturbing dream where he was an ancient 17 year old boy who could birth children and was sold as a wife to a family in the same village to their son. Xiao Ling’s family never liked him and was bullied and used as a slave for his parents and siblings, after being sold to the Jun family his life never got better but got worse. His so called husband wasn’t even in the village when the marriage was done....

when he came back from wherever he went he (XL) was forced into his husband Jun YanZhi, the eldest son of the Jun family. Jun YanZhi was reluctant to accept a wife randomly passed to him but quiet accepted since his stepmom and father forced him to. In this world of ancient time where there were three genders, men, women and gers....Xiao Ling thought he was having one hell of a bizarre dream feeling that it was because his soul wasn’t happy with the way he died.

The village he lived in was called Big Stone village due to the vast mountain at a side covering large acres of lands. There was a county about an hour walk or half an hour ride in an ox cart called Yucheng county, and the dynasty he was in was Qing dynasty.