Weapon seller in the world of magic

Mark’s thoughts spiraled constantly for a while. ”Who am I?”

Am I Houyi? Or Yandi?

His mind became a mess. He lived two lives just now, each spanning centuries.

When he did, whatever life he had lived so far in this life was almost extinguished into oblivion.

Mark even forgot his own real name for a moment and just pondered on his identity. Which identity should he choose? Shennong or Houyi?

It was at this moment that something began to take shape in front of him. The curves were sleek. The shadows surrounding it bent like gravity itself gave way to its presence. His soul weapon, the anti-matter gun, hovered in front of him.

As if drawn by instinct, he reached out and grasped it. The moment his fingers closed around the grip, the swirl of fragmented lives stilled. His soul no longer trembled. Like a thousand broken gears snapping back into place, he felt his core align.

Memories surged forth—not myth, not legend, not prophecy. His current reality.

He remembered the synthetic blue light of his lab, the way his fingers used to dance over touchscreen consoles. The way the theories would burn inside his skull until he let them out in scribbled formulas across whiteboards. He remembered the cold ambition that drove him to create something that brought peace to the world but misery to his life.

He remembered the betrayal—the way it all came crashing down. His death from his former comrades. The drowning in the ocean and transmigrating into a different earth filled with Chinese customs and a magic world in a medieval era.

He remembered waking in a body not his own, but due to his soul merging with Lu Zhen, he embraced the identity of Lu Zhen both in body and mind.

He remembered the day he met Song Yue. The Day he was offered marriage by Shen Ling. The day he prophesied his love for Song Yue. The day the system betrayed him. The day his son, Lu Shan, was born. And of course, his daughter.

Each memory struck like a gong, deepening the silence that came after.

He slowly lowered the gun. His voice, calm and whole, filled the space around him, not loud, not shouted, just true.

”I may have been Yandi. I may have been Houyi,” he said, feeling the name in his chest like steel returning to a reforged blade.

”To some, I’m Lu Zhen.”

”To some, I’m Shang Zhen.”

”And to some, I’m Lan Zhen.” The son who found belonging in the clan of storms.

”But I’m always going to be Mark Spencer,” His voice echoed in the white dimension, which started cracking all of a sudden. ”And I’m a weapon seller.”

The antimatter gun pulsed in acknowledgment, then dissolved into radiant light.

The dimension cracked and cracked, then burst into specs of light, blinding his vision for a moment.

When it was restored, he found himself in the mountains.

The sky, still heavy with lingering thunderclouds, began to quiet.

The ozone-rich wind softened into a still hush, as if the heavens themselves were watching in suspense.

*Ding! The breakthrough has been completed

*Ding! Congratulations, master, on reaching rank-11. On achieving immortality

*Ding! Your skills have been upgraded.

*Ding! The unfinished quests have been deleted automatically. Possible reason: the system’s doctrine.

*Ding! Ultimate ability, Creation, has been added to the list.

*Ding! Store Relocation has been added to the list.

Mark gasped as his consciousness surged into his body, spirit snapping into place with an electric jolt. He opened his eyes slowly. Snow swirled around him as he hovered mid-air for a heartbeat longer before drifting down to the ground with a quiet grace, feet touching the frost-kissed earth like a leaf falling upon water.

The moment he landed, a blur of movement crashed into him.

Lan Xia, normally composed, leapt into his arms and buried her face into his chest, her whole body trembling.

She clutched him tightly, fists curled into his robes, as if letting go might mean losing him again.

Her voice broke in sobs as she stammered, her words tumbling over each other, ”Y-you collapsed, you weren’t breathing, I thought—thought I lost you, you idiot, why didn’t you prepare properly... how reckless you are?”

Mark blinked in surprise, still processing her reaction as the person he knows would never be bold enough to do this. Was his situation really turned out to be bad for her to be this worried?” For a long second, he stood there awkwardly with his arms at his sides before his expression softened.

In the end, he gently raised a hand, brushing his fingers across her damp cheek. ”I’m alive,” he said simply, offering a lopsided smile. ”And I broke through. That’s what matters, right?”

She looked up, tears streaking her face, and nodded through her sobs. ”Idiot,” she whispered again, voice cracking.

He chuckled quietly. ”You’ve said that twice.”

The snow parted with a quiet rustle as another presence descended. The Sect Leader stepped onto the ground just a few feet away. His expression, normally stoic and unreadable, held a flicker of approval.

He looked at Mark.

”Lan Zhen, my descendant,” the Sect Leader said at last, his deep voice steady but respectful. ”You’ve managed to live through the judgment sky bolt and broke through to the transcendant realm and achieve an immortal life span.”

Mark straightened instinctively, still supporting Lan Xia, who now stood beside him but didn’t move far from his shoulder. ”I apologize for causing such a disturbance.”

The Sect Leader nodded, then offered a rare smile, thin, fleeting, but genuine. ”Congratulations, Lan Zhen. The legends say that those who survive the Sky Judgment Bolt will one day take a place among the deities. I truly hope for the day to come.”

He turned slightly before quietly adding, ”However, your journey has only just begun. So, don’t grow complacent and try to cultivate diligently. When you stabilize your realm, come and see me at the Eastern Pavilion. I think it is time for you to learn the Ultimate Arcane Arts of the Clan.”

Mark wanted to say that he doesn’t care about those clan techniques, but Lan Yujin has already disappeared from there.

The Elders who were in the surroundings either left or came closer to congratulate him and leave.

Once they were gone, he looked at Lan Xia, who was still sniffing beside him, and smiled. ”Come on,” he said softly. ”Let’s go home.”