Yin Changsheng was picking at his white rice, an old wooden table held a small dish of boiled pork and blanched cabbage. He looked out the window at the dark night and the black iron coffin in the center of the room.

As a traverser, he was a failure, with no achievements whatsoever, merely an ordinary person who just muddled through life.

In this world where population is maintained by refreshing rather than procreation, he had no special skills except for his hardiness and good fortune.

Those who are not tough enough or unlucky will not live to this age under such a high mortality rate. They would have been devoured by the strange things within them long ago.

Every person, from the moment they are born, carries a strange entity within them. This entity revives every year on their birthday. If they survive it, they live another year. If not, then there is no you in this world, only the entity.

Therefore, here, birthdate is also known as a birth sacrifice. If one hasn't died, it's a birth; if they have died, no one offers sacrifices.

At the beginning, Yin Changsheng was still full of confidence. Relying on his identity as a traverser, he wanted to analyze the strange phenomenon and walk on a bright path. However, this illusion soon dissipated. It was something beyond understanding.

Sometimes Yin Changsheng would think, are the people in this world just a strange piece of clothing?

A conscious garment.

Some clothes are more durable than others.

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Yin Changsheng considered himself to be the more resilient type, which is why he's still alive today.

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"There's still a quarter of an hour left, huh," Yin Changsheng said. Though he had gone through eighteen cycles already, fear still gripped his heart. Nobody knew if this sacrificial ceremony would be successful. He didn't want to die, even if it meant living in this bizarre world, he still wouldn't want to die.

After death, the eerie things crawl out from within the body and roam the world.

He even thought of a thing, the reason why those strange creatures didn't kill them, maybe it was because of the strangeness within their bodies.

He shoveled down the plain white rice, then stuffed the boiled pork and water-boiled Chinese cabbage into his mouth. To be honest, neither the boiled pork nor the water-boiled cabbage had any flavor. In his previous life, he would have only eaten a couple of bites before giving up. But in this world, the only time he could eat good food was during the annual ancestral rites.

These dishes are beyond Yin Changsheng's means, they were sent from the village. They are both his last meal and a premature celebration of his survival.

Otherwise, even plain rice is unaffordable on a daily basis, and they can only rely on beans or similar substitutes to stave off hunger.

Because strange creatures roam everywhere, the survival rate of other living things or plants is also extremely low, except for humans. Only a few can survive to ensure the daily food supply for humans.

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As for the rest of the supplies?

Maybe it's just refreshing, who knows.

After finishing his last meal, Yin Changsheng didn't bother washing the dishes. He just left them on the table. If he could survive until the day after tomorrow and come out of the coffin alive, he would wash them then. But if he couldn't, it wouldn't matter whether he washed them or not.

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He forcefully pushed open the black iron coffin lid and lay straight in. He even padded it with bedding and put a pillow inside, ensuring he would be as comfortable as possible.

“The coffin lid, which had been used for eighteen years, was still in good condition. However, he didn't know who the previous owner of this coffin was.” Yin Changsheng closed the coffin lid, plunging himself into darkness. This wasn't Yin Changsheng’s own coffin; it was one he inherited from a neighbor who died in a strange revival eighteen years ago when he refreshed.

As usual, it should be time for a life review now, but Yin Changsheng didn't. After his transmigration, his life was very regular. He worked from dawn till dusk, ate a simple meal, and didn't even interact with his neighbors.

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It's not that he was solitary, but rather that in this kind of environment, the neighbors didn't have the time or inclination to chat idly with him. Plus, he lived a long time, and his neighbors had changed ten or more times over. So he gradually stopped socializing.

Anyway, we all die eventually. Why bother thinking about these things?

As for his past life, he couldn't help but smile. Many things had already faded with time. Whether it was family or friends, entertainment or work, many things had disappeared from his mind, leaving only a rough outline.

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"This rotten world, I hope my life can be a little tougher, and my luck a little better, to survive this birth sacrifice."

In the darkness, Yin Changsheng opened his eyes. He wanted to close them, but he didn't dare, fearing that if he did, he wouldn't be able to open them again.

In a world without hope, to live was Yin Changsheng's goal. He wanted to live no matter what means necessary.

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In his mind, a black figure with hollow eyes stared back at him.

At this moment, Yin Changsheng knew that it was past the hour of Hai and had arrived at the Zi shi of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Countless black sludge oozed from beneath this figure's feet, spreading from his mind to his body.

In an instant, black mud seeped from his pores, covering his entire body. He looked just like a mud man.

"Cough, my family's home in the previous life should be celebrating Lantern Festival now, right?"

Yin Changsheng coughed up a mouthful of black sludge. He could clearly feel that his eyes were being covered by the black sludge, and his nostrils were also flowing with black sludge. Instinctively, he wanted to wipe it off with his hands, but his hands were pressed down by the black sludge and couldn't move.

"Looks like this time, I'm not tough enough. There's no saving me."

This time, Yin Chang had lived for eighteen years and met
for the first time before. At most, he just exchanged a weird glance with him, and the most dangerous thing was vomiting black mud. Now, this situation is absolutely that the weirdness in his body has recovered.

Even as he neared death, Yin Changsheng remained surprisingly calm. He knew there was no turning back, no matter what he did.

Black sludge continuously poured out of him, filling the iron coffin to the brim, and even oozing out from its seams, dripping onto the floor of the room. This black mud slithered and flowed like a living thing.

Until the very end, Heimo pushed open the entire black iron coffin. A dark figure stood in the room filled with mud.

...Strange, it revived.

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Yín Chángshēng's consciousness kept plummeting into the darkness until the world came to a standstill.

Detected eligible personnel, beginning transmission...

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Transmission complete, transformation preparation detected anomalies in the candidate's body, transformation failed, began judgement Judgement complete, judgement executing repair plan, the plan passed review, repair complete, the candidate has completed the preparatory apostle transformation program. Preparatory apostle acquired special mission: Massive Debt. Massive Debt: The preparatory apostle must achieve an S-rank evaluation in all ten regular missions. Reward: Unknown, Failure: Erasure. Yin Changsheng opened his eyes in darkness, the first thing he saw was this line of text floating before his eyes, very conspicuous, difficult to ignore.

Welcome to Dimension Paradise, prepare the apostles. “Not dead, and there's still Dimension Paradise?” Yin Changsheng looked at the last row of words in a daze.