The air was heavy.
The stench of rot and dried blood still filled the room, but Lin Mo Qing had begun to gain control over his new body.
Slowly, he sat up on the wooden bed, ignoring the pain that spread like fire under his skin, and reached out to examine his thin arm.
"Weak... frail... like a walking corpse."
He muttered to himself, scrutinizing the blue veins that stood out beneath his pale skin. This body was on the brink of death, sick and covered in scars, as if every day had been a battle for survival.
"So this is the body of Lin Mo Qing, the side character destined to die in the early chapters of my novel..."
He smiled bitterly.
"But now... things will change."
He exhaled slowly, then closed his eyes, trying to process the situation. He had truly transmigrated... into the world of 'Sovereigns of the Seven Heavens,' the world of spirit beasts and cultivation. And if he wished to survive—not just survive, but dominate—he would have to tread carefully from now on.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a firm decision made.
"I need to start with those around me... Understanding my current situation is crucial."
He turned slowly toward the rickety door and raised his weak voice:
"Xiao Wang! Come here."
A few moments of silence passed before the door was hastily pushed open, revealing a young boy no older than sixteen, wearing simple servant clothes, his eyes swollen from sleeplessness and fear.
"M-My lord! You..."
The boy's eyes widened in shock as he saw Lin Mo Qing sitting upright, his face clearer than usual, his gaze sharp and alert, a stark contrast to his previously pitiful state.
"What are you staring at? Come closer."
Lin Mo Qing ordered in a calm voice that carried an unfamiliar weight.
The servant hesitated for a moment, then hurried forward and knelt before the bed.
"My lord... are you alright? Should I call for a doctor? Or summon the lady?!"
Lin Mo Qing raised his hand and stopped him.
"No need for a doctor. Tell me, how is my mother?"
His voice was filled with genuine concern.
The servant fidgeted before answering in a sorrowful voice:
"The lady... is still bedridden. The fever returned last night... and the medicine we have is barely effective. The doctor said..."
"What did he say?"
Lin Mo Qing asked in a cold tone.
"He said... if we don't obtain Jade Life Grass within three days, the lady might not survive..."
The servant lowered his head further, his voice trembling.
"Jade Life Grass..."
Lin Mo Qing repeated the phrase slowly.
In the original novel, this herb was rare, growing only deep within the Demonic Forest—a place teeming with fierce spirit beasts.
"The Demonic Forest..."
He smiled bitterly.
"As if the world is testing me from the very first moment."
He stood up from the bed, ignoring the shock that flashed across the servant's face. His body wobbled slightly, but his will was ironclad.
"Xiao Wang."
"Y-Yes, my lord?!"
"Bring me the Clan Leader's robes."
"C-Clan Leader's...?"
The servant was startled but quickly nodded and rushed to the battered wardrobe in the corner.
A few short minutes later, Lin Mo Qing stood before the cracked mirror, having donned the Clan Leader's attire—a grand black robe trimmed with dark red threads, the faded emblem on his chest barely visible from wear.
Although the robes hung loosely on his frail frame, the stance he took and the glint in his eyes gave him an aura of silent majesty.
He lifted his head and turned toward the cracked wooden window.
Slowly, he pushed it open, letting the cold night air flood into the room.
Before his eyes unfolded a majestic, awe-inspiring scene:
Towering mountain ranges covered in mist, dense black trees exhaling fierce breaths, and sharp green eyes glinting among the branches it was the Demonic Forest.
"This world..."
He murmured as he gazed at the churning green sea under the moonlight.
"May be a hell... but it will be a hell ruled by me."
He smiled a smile no one had ever seen on Lin Mo Qing's face before... a smile that heralded the birth of a king.