A raça humana está fraca? Eu uso minha espada para sustentar a coluna vertebral da raça humana.

The persistent crowing of roosters jolted Meng Xingchen from his sleep. He turned over restlessly, intending to drift back into slumber, but the sharp pain from his wound forced a gasp from his lips and he sat up abruptly. He had been lying on his side; rolling over pressed against the injury on his back, and the jolt banished any lingering drowsiness.

Outside, darkness still reigned. Instinctively, he reached for his phone, but his hand found only the coarse bedsheet. Only then did he remember: he was not in his university dormitory. He had crossed over, transported to a world called the Azure Moon Continent—a place where magical beasts could shift instantaneously through shadows.

In this strange world, his phone was little more than a useless slab. Since his arrival, the device had gone completely dark and refused to power on, for reasons he could not fathom.

Now, Meng Xingchen was living in a tiny village of barely a dozen households, staying at the home of a local hunter named Li Danui.

With sleep banished, Meng Xingchen’s mind wandered back to yesterday—the most thrilling and terrifying day in his twenty years of otherwise ordinary life.

He was a sophomore at a second-tier university. Over the weekend, his club had organized a mountain hiking and camping trip: ascend the mountain Friday evening, set up camp halfway, and climb to the summit at dawn to watch the sunrise.

That was the plan, at least. In reality, Meng Xingchen didn’t wake until nearly eight in the morning. Crawling out of his tent, he found the campsite eerily quiet,