He had transmigrated. Before him was a group of youths dressed in ancient Greek attire.
What? The leader said he was an adventurer named Jason!? Could it be? Was he about to join the crew of the Argo, obtain the Golden Fleece, and become a hero of Greek legend?
What did you say? Black Tide? Golden Ones? Okhema?
Which Jason are you, exactly?
...
Seeing the clear, yet bewildered eyes of the handsome, dark-haired youth before him, Jason felt a sense of strangeness.
Jason couldn't help but ask the person behind him, "He came up and asked me where this was, and then his expression turned happy when he heard my name. I thought my reputation had spread, but after a few more words, he looked confused again. What exactly is going on?"
The others walking with him also shook their heads, indicating they didn't understand.
The youth, having regained his composure, immediately spoke, "My apologies. I was being chased by those monsters just now, and in my panic, I was a bit flustered. That's why my reaction was a little unusual."
"Monsters?" At the mention of this word, Jason was momentarily stunned, then a look of alarm crossed his face. He continued to his companions behind him, "It seems we can't proceed further this time. The Black Tide might have spread here. For safety, let's return to Okhema first and report the situation."
After speaking, Jason turned to look at the youth.
"Where do you plan to go next?"
The youth pondered for a moment, then said to Jason:
"My home is gone. When you return to Okhema, could you take me with you? Also, do you have any spare clothes? Could you give me a set?"
He had been without clothes, and while being chased by those pitch-black monsters, he hadn't had time to worry about propriety. Now, standing with others, he felt a bit chilly.
Hearing the youth's words, Jason laughed. He handed him a set of clothes and even joked with him.
"I thought you weren't wearing clothes to deliberately show off. By the way, how should I address you, and which city-state are you from?"
"Derick, that's my name. As for my hometown, it was just a small, ordinary village called Crete, and it has now been destroyed by the Black Tide."
The name was casually made up; he figured Jason wouldn't be able to verify it. There were so many villages in all of Amphoreus, even Aglaea might not know them all.
"Is that so? It's alright, you can make Okhema your home from now on." Jason patted Derick's shoulder comfortingly. "Let's go. Your feet are all scraped up. Get on the Earth Beast and rest for a bit."
"Thank you." The sharp pain from his feet didn't allow Derick to be polite. He quickly climbed onto the Earth Beast, which had lowered its head. After some effort, he lay down on its back, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
This period of escape had finally come to an end. He estimated he had been running continuously for over nine hours; his adrenaline must have been at its limit.
He had woken up to pitch darkness, with several entirely black monsters with glowing eyes staring at him nearby. His survival instinct made him flee into the distance without a second thought.
He hadn't even realized he was completely naked until he had been running for three hours.
"Burned out, completely burned out."
Lying on his back, looking at the black sky above, Derick tried to relax his body as much as possible to alleviate his fatigue.
Honestly, if it were possible, he really didn't want to come to the world of Honkai: Star Rail. And even if he had to come to the Honkai universe, he would have preferred Penacony or the Xianzhou. The Xianzhou Alliance looked dangerous, but the safety of ordinary civilians was still higher than in other factions.
But now he had arrived in Amphoreus, a world on the brink of apocalypse, where the danger level was It could be said straight through the roof. Not only outside Okhema, where monsters from the Black Tide continuously pressed closer, but also within the city, Aglaea monitored everything, and the Golden Ones and the Senate were at odds, with various conflicts constantly erupting.
The most, most, most crucial thing was that he had no survival skills.
Forget about becoming one of the Golden Ones; he hadn't even learned basic combat.
Back on Earth, he had studied international trade. Coming to Amphoreus, his professional knowledge seemed to be of little use.
Okhema's merchant caravans still used Earth Beasts to transport goods, and the dictionary of Castrum Kremnos probably didn't even contain the words 'trade rules'.
"Is this the only path left?" Derick pursed his lips.
This sea, to enter or not to enter?
After transmigrating, his body had regressed to a youthful state. A handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth. Derick now felt somewhat fortunate that he had transmigrated to Amphoreus and not to the era of Greek mythology.
This appearance was definitely the kind that would attract trouble.
He touched his kidneys, contemplating their endurance, when suddenly his right eye went black. Then, he felt as if his mind and vision had split into two.
It was like having a dual-screen setup on a computer; one line of sight was still here with the Earth Beast, while the other felt like it had entered another body.
It wasn't a possession of another body, but an unconscious avatar somehow created specifically for him.
"Indeed, heaven never seals off all paths. I knew a proper transmigrator couldn't be without a cheat."
Derick thought excitedly to himself.
He tightened his clothes and then quickly went to study his avatar from the other perspective.
The sensation of controlling the avatar with his vision was very strange. It was like a fusion of first-person and third-person perspectives; he could see the outside world from the avatar's point of view and simultaneously look down on his avatar from an overhead view.
The avatar was a pitch-black humanoid figure, like a long-haired Conan's little black man. Its eyes glowed red, and in its hand, it held a giant scythe taller than a person, looking quite terrifying.
Maneuvering the avatar to swing the scythe, Derick felt it moved like an extension of his own arm, very easy to use.
Derick gauged the avatar's strength; it was at least ten times greater than his own body.
He just didn't know what other abilities this avatar possessed.
Also, where was this avatar?
The surroundings were even darker than where he had first transmigrated. At least when he first arrived, there were a few monsters. Now, on the avatar's side, there was truly nothing.
No, he had to explore more.
Derick controlled the avatar and walked forward.
After walking for a long time, he still hadn't found anything.
"Where on earth has my avatar gone? Give me a signpost! Even if a Titan appeared in front of my avatar right now, that would be something."
Derick thought, somewhat bored.
Then, he noticed a small point of light ahead.
He quickly rushed over with the scythe, wanting to see what was in front.
Soon, he arrived at the location of the light.
And at the source of the light, there was a humanoid figure.
Seeing this humanoid figure, Derick's avatar paused.
Good news, this humanoid figure was not a Titan.
Bad news, it was a Flame Reaver.
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