Becoming a God in Another World
“Master, something’s wrong—Honghong doesn’t seem to be breathing.” “You lot, can you ever stop making a fuss? Did you check if she’s still breathing?” “Well, no, but I saw from a distance her face looked off, like she’d been poisoned!” “What nonsense—first she’s not breathing, now she’s poisoned, next you’ll say it’s gas poisoning… Ah!” “Master, what should we do if she stops breathing because of poisoning?” “Take her out to the snow and let the wind blow on her. If that doesn’t work, give her artificial respiration.” “Master, I don’t know how to do artificial respiration!” “Then blow into her mouth, like you’re blowing a trumpet.” After being transported to the ancient Great Sheng Dynasty on the Blue Star, the deserter Lu Hu relied on his quick wit and humor to avoid execution and was even appointed as the Captor of Life. But being sent to the enemy camp just to catch a prisoner—what a waste of talent! I’m destined for greatness. The emperor’s unsolved problems? Leave them to me. The nations that Great Sheng can’t conquer? I’ll bring them down. Yet, even as the revered Master of Spirits, all these people around me do is cause trouble. Ah, what a headache… (A tale of transmigration, emotion, comedy, and more)
Becoming a God in Another World
Blue Star Continent.
At the heart of the central lands sprawled the vast Great Sheng Empire, stretching across ten thousand miles. On the northeastern frontier, the formidable fortress of Tiger’s Maw stood guard.
“Damn it, I’m done for!”
“How could I be so clueless? How did I end up like this after just a few drinks? I’ve never been so humiliated!”
Lu Hu shivered as he awoke, cursing himself inwardly. His mind was clear, but his body felt limp and powerless, and he was too ashamed to open his eyes.
He had just graduated from university and had only been at his job for three months. This was his first company banquet—and his colleagues had gotten him drunk out of his mind. He’d fallen asleep right at the table.
To make matters worse, most of those at the table were beautiful women. He shouldn’t have tried to show off, drinking far beyond his limits to play the hero in front of them, only to end up a fool—drunk as a bear.
How would he ever face his colleagues again? Where would his handsome face hide?
But wait—what was going on?
In the heat of summer, why did his face feel icy, his body chilled to the bone? Was one of the girls splashing cold water on him to wake him up?
What a considerate girl.
No need to pretend anymore. He’d open his eyes and see who it was. If she was pretty, he’d pursue her, maybe try to start something…
Lu Hu opened his eyes—and was instantly bewildered.
There were no beautiful women.
All around him, snowflakes as large as goose feathers whirled through the air, occas
