by Flying Fish
Aren Wei never expected to wake up. One night he went to sleep in his university dorm, exhausted from a late workout, staring at a familiar ceiling. The next moment he opened his eyes to an ocean he didn't recognize, in a body that wasn't his, with dried blood soaking through a shirt he'd never owned. And floating above his head, glowing cold in the dark — [ This User Is Dead! ] No memories of how he got here. No system introduction. No helpful guide explaining the rules. Just a broken notification, an unfamiliar face staring back at him from the water's reflection, and an ocean pulling him toward a mist that something ancient and vast calls home. Aren Wei is a transmigrator who received nothing he was supposed to receive. No inherited memories. No starting abilities. No safety net. What he has is a broken ruin that shouldn't work, a body with a dangerous past he knows nothing about, and a world built on a power system that wants to swallow him whole. The deeper he digs into who he's become, the more he realizes that the man whose life he inherited didn't just die. He was running from something. And whatever he was running from has been patient. It has been watching. And it has just noticed that the dead man is moving again. A dark transmigration fantasy set in an Age of Sail world where power comes with a cost, gods are not what they seem, and the truth is buried in a city Aren can't reach yet. Updates: [2 CHPTERS/ 2days (It will increase later on when I get the body of the story properly]
