The First Transmigrat

The moment I stepped out of the Endless Forest, I felt something shift inside me.

That seed—planted during my time bound like the deer—began to stir.

At first, I thought it was reacting to freedom. But no.

It wanted control.

The same way the forest had consumed the deer's will, the seed twisted inward, trying to bind me. Roots of invisible thought, looping vines of fate, a whisper that tried to bend my soul.

But it couldn't.

Because the moment it moved to seize me, something else stirred—the presence of the Transmigration Chat Group.

Its mere existence ruptured the seed's grip.

The force that tried to bind me splintered… and what remained didn't vanish—it transformed.

Where the deer had been imprisoned, I had inherited authority.

The collapsing prison turned itself inside out and reshaped into something new: a fragmented realm, a secret plane now tethered to my existence. I could summon it at will, open and close its gates with a thought. Unlike the deer, I wasn't trapped inside—I was its master.

Inside this personal world, flora and fauna thrived in isolation. It was alien and vivid, like a self-contained echo of the forest but filtered through me. Connected to the Lumen Core, it pulsed with subtle light, always available at the edge of thought.

But I didn't linger.

This new world—wherever I'd landed—was still unknown. I took shelter in a few caves, watching the sky for omens, testing the air for spiritual pressure. After a few days of silence, I reopened the Transmigration Group Chat.

Just my name.

Kaiser(1): Still alive.

Then I closed it.

No need for more.

What mattered now was testing my abilities—seeing what remained, and what had changed.

Regeneration had weakened. Slower response. Not catastrophic, but noticeable. Whatever strain I'd undergone in the Endless Forest had scarred even my divine foundation.

But the Black Wind and Lightning Judgment still answered me with sharp precision. That was reassuring.

Then came the powers I'd claimed from the deer.

Gravity Manipulation.A crushing force, dense and merciless. I could collapse enemies from within, twist the air itself, or levitate with eerie grace. No chanting, no hand seals. Just will.

Golden Eyes.This ability… was different.

I didn't fully understand it yet, only that it connected me to something cosmic. Through it, I could see the latent threads of energy between heaven and earth—borrow power from celestial bodies far beyond this realm.

It wasn't just divine. It was unreasonably strong.

Then there was Death Loop—a power that only worked within the Fragment Realm. Inside that realm, I could stretch moments endlessly, bend causality, simulate cultivation without true danger. The sensation it gave was eerie. Like I stood on the edge of becoming something else entirely. Something beyond divine.

As for my soul…

When I peered inward, I didn't see a human shape.

Just a condensed blob of light, blazing from within. At its core, a greenish-white sphere, softly humming.

And orbiting around it—a leech-like entity, dark and smooth, fused to me in a symbiotic dance. I had absorbed it somewhere in the forest, during the height of my unraveling.

It wasn't just a parasite.

It was a predator.

I could send it out to devour other souls and spirits. Every time it fed, it evolved—and so did I.

It was cliché, in a way. The power. The authority over a secret plane. The soul parasite. Like some half-baked protagonist's fortune dumped into my lap. A bit too convenient.

And that was why I didn't trust it.

It felt like someone—or something—wanted this to happen. That I was being shaped.

But schemed or not, I would make use of it.

And then there was the Bear Form.

A transformation I'd acquired during the later stages of my forest descent. I could shift my body, enhance my physical stats, enlarge myself at will. My fur would bleach into white, and electric currents would dance across my limbs.

Not a divine ability—just raw physical amplification.

I moved through the forest beyond the caves, testing the limits of my new body.

Through the Golden Eyes, I scanned this world's power ceiling.

Low. Backwater-tier.

Nothing like the Forest, 

If this world had cultivators, they were few and crude. I would have no trouble surviving here, at least for now. But unlike the Fragment Realm, I couldn't walk through it unguarded. I needed to watch my steps.

No assumptions.

No comfort.

Just quiet motion—until I understood what came next.