Somewhere, on a street, a young man stood in a daze.
Bustling pedestrians hurried by, and when they saw the oddly dressed young man, they all instinctively avoided him, lowering their heads as they passed, as if afraid to disturb him.
The young man, Fang Hao, was quietly observing the strange object that had appeared in his mind, feeling quite helpless.
It was an entirely black book that had inexplicably appeared in his mind, followed by the classic scene—I've transmigrated!
"legendary compendium?" Fang Hao looked at the book in his mind, reviewing the newly acquired memories.
legendary compendium was the book's name, and its function was simple: it recorded the host's experiences, using them to form various skills or items; its other function was transmigration.
"So my actions are legends? That's a good name," Fang Hao thought, "But I don't want to transmigrate!"
Before transmigrating, Fang Hao would sometimes fantasize about being invincible after transmigration, appearing glorious before others, but when he truly transmigrated, while still somewhat expectant, he felt more panic, especially when facing an unknown world.
"Fortunately, I have a cheat," he thought, relaxing slightly, and looked back at the legendary compendium in his mind.
Then, with a thought, the legendary compendium seemed to respond, slowly turning a page.
Host: Fang Hao
Strength: E-
Agility: E-
Constitution: E-
Perception: E-
Charm: D
(Note: For healthy adult males, all values except Charm are E)
"? I just don't exercise much, how am I not a healthy adult male? Is sub-health why my perception is low? Discrimination, blatant discrimination!" A few black lines appeared on Fang Hao's forehead, "Oh, I'm a bit nearsighted, so never mind. This Charm D should be pretty good, seems like it still recognizes me quite a bit."
He then looked down carefully and saw:
[World Traversal]
[Reward Skill — Thousand Languages C (All languages, mastered)]
Identity Implantation D (Gain a legitimate initial identity)]
[First Encounter in the Kimetsu World]
[Reward Talent — Swordsmanship Prodigy A (Swordsmanship talent greatly enhanced)]
After that, there was only a blank space.
"That's it?" He tried turning a few more pages, but subsequent pages were also blank.
"Having a cheat is enough, no loss," He immediately tried several languages like English and Russian, "Very good, these are languages I couldn't understand at all before transmigrating. If I had this in my original world, wouldn't I directly reach the pinnacle of life?" He casually complained, "Identity Implantation? I didn't gain any new memories, so it seems it's just a legitimate identity, no wonder it's a D."
Fang Hao then tried to feel the difference in himself after gaining the Swordsmanship talent compared to before transmigrating. The result was that he felt nothing ︿(￣︶￣)︿.
"It seems Swordsmanship Prodigy can't create something out of nothing, or perhaps the time to sense it isn't enough; maybe it requires sword meditation or something similar. It looks like I'll need to find an opportunity to learn some swordsmanship later."
Suddenly, he froze, "First Encounter in the Kimetsu World? Kimetsu? Σ(°△°|||)︴."
Before, he was so focused on the cheat that he didn't notice the prefix. When he saw it, he immediately felt like he couldn't hold it together.
In Fang Hao's opinion, the Demon Slayer World was not a friendly world for a new transmigrator like him. Numerous man-eating demons and various Blood Demon Arts made it impossible to guard against them.
Even high-ranking Demon Slayer Corps members, or even the Pillars, couldn't claim to be completely safe in the Demon Slayer World, especially with Muzan and the Twelve Kizuki existing.
For an ordinary transmigrator like Fang Hao, the danger was even more self-evident. "I need to find the Demon Slayer Corps as soon as possible," he thought, "While it's still daylight, I need to find out my current location and then see the distance. It should be easier to contact a cultivator."
He carefully recalled the plot of demon slayer; the locations that appeared in the original work were few, and places where one could contact the Demon Slayer Corps were even rarer, not to mention not knowing the timeline.
"Huh, what's this?" Fang Hao's gaze unconsciously drifted to a tree by the roadside, and then he jogged over.
As is well known, boys, once they reach a certain age, become curious about certain things, and Fang Hao, as an adult, was even more so.
He shamelessly succumbed to desire, directly reaching out and picking up the stick under the tree—no boy can refuse a stick, unless it's not long enough or straight enough.
Fang Hao scrutinized the long stick in his hand, "Hiss, it's a bit perfect."
He casually swung it, and suddenly many sword techniques appeared in his mind. He mimicked the sword techniques from his mind, and his movements became increasingly fluid.
"Is this Swordsmanship Prodigy?" He quietly contemplated his recent movements, gaining a deeper understanding of the legendary compendium's abilities.
"(⊙_⊙)? Why can I trigger Swordsmanship Prodigy even with a stick?" Another scene appeared in his mind:
"You are a dragon," a Digimon with a Dragon Buster began pointing at the Digimon opposite him.
"No, I'm not," the Digimon opposite him looked aloof, its disdainful eyes revealing arrogance.
"If I say you are, you are," the Digimon with a Dragon Buster swung its sharp claws, and the Digimon opposite quickly said GG…
"This Swordsmanship Prodigy is as flexible as a Dragon Buster," Fang Hao sighed, then shook his head, "Never mind that, I need to ask for directions first." Fang Hao was about to ask someone for directions, but was met with the surprised gazes of vendors and pedestrians.
"!" The thought of so many people seeing him like this made him so embarrassed his toes curled.
"If I'm not embarrassed, then others are embarrassed, but I can't do it!"
So Fang Hao quietly turned and left, "The people on this street are too young; I can't handle them. To ask for directions, I'll change streets and find someone older."
"That's right, that's how it is, absolutely no other reason."
"Anyway, it's not because I'm embarrassed. Even if I traverse planes and must bear endless curses (Passersby: ?), I, Fang Hao, am still invincible in this world. What are mere setbacks worth mentioning? I'm out of here."
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
"I am a traveler from afar, lost on my journey, and have arrived at your esteemed place. May I ask, old sir, where is this place?" Fang Hao slightly bowed to an old man by the roadside.
"I dare not be called such by a noble person," the old man waved his hands repeatedly, his face full of fear.
"Noble person?" Fang Hao was a bit surprised; he didn't understand why the old man considered him a noble person. Was it his words and actions? Although the dissolute rich kids in TV dramas had bad character, their demeanor and bearing revealed their family background.
But he was just an ordinary person before transmigrating, could he understand these things? Could he have such an aura?
"Old sir, you jest. I am but a commoner, not worthy of being called a noble person."
The old man, however, was unfazed, "Though the noble person does not say it directly, how could someone like you not be a noble person?"
"Someone like me? What about me?" He thought carefully, then looked at the old man, and then at the people around him, "It does seem there's a bit of a difference."
Whether it was the old man or the people around him, their skin and figures were vastly different from people in modern cities; they clearly showed signs of long exposure to wind and sun, and continuous labor.
As for Fang Hao, his skin was fair, his build tall, and his hands didn't even have calluses. One could only say that anyone not blind could see the difference.
"Uh, the old man saw through me," Fang Hao quickly changed the subject, "Let's not talk about that for now, old sir, you haven't told me where this place is?"
"This is…"