Chapter One: Has the Chance to Become a God Arrived? Please Add to Your Favorites

In a rented house on the outskirts of Z City, Hua Country, lived a man both ordinary and extraordinary. He was ordinary because his appearance was utterly unremarkable; he was extraordinary because he was a transmigrator, one who had crossed from Earth to a parallel world.

He had been in this world for three days, and during that time, he had learned that it was devoid of fantasy, xianxia, or any such novels of the supernatural. Over these three days, he had formed a rough plan: he would become a plagiarist author, rewriting tales like “Battle Through the Heavens,” “Shrouding the Heavens,” and “Perfect World.” By introducing these stories to this world, Wang Fan was certain he could rise to the pinnacle of online literature and live a life of comfort, never worrying about food or drink again. Traveling the world, indulging in all kinds of pleasures—none of it would be a dream.

Morning Thai massages, evenings in Macau casinos—such days might truly be within reach.

And so, on this day, Wang Fan sat before his computer, downloaded a writing software, and prepared to transcribe parts of “Battle Through the Heavens.” Yet just as he was about to begin, a voice thundered in his mind—and in the minds of every human on Earth.

The voice was majestic, ineffably supreme, as if it were the will of heaven itself, or some mysterious existence drifting along the endless river of time, or perhaps a voice from the transcendent order beyond the world.

“The Golden Era begins! The legacies of fantasy, xianxia, and all the wondrous inheritances descend! Transcendence, immortality, eternal life, invincibility—seek everything you desire in this grand new age, and find the opportunity that belongs to you!”

This declaration shook the heavens and the earth, reverberating through countless souls. At the same moment, a golden light enveloped the planet, and countless inheritance halls began to appear around the globe. In every nation, in every city, halls of legacy with traces of fantasy and xianxia materialized!

Wang Fan, sitting before his computer, was dumbfounded—utterly stunned.

In these past three days, he had determined that this Earth possessed no superhuman abilities, no Iron Man, no vampires, no Spider-Man or any other extraordinary figures. The only difference from the Earth he came from was the absence of web novels.

But now, three days later, a colossal and awe-inspiring voice had announced the advent of a Golden Era on Earth, the descent of xianxia and fantasy inheritances. He was genuinely bewildered.

What happened to the ordinary Earth he was promised? What happened to the plan to become a plagiarist author in a mundane world?

Taking a deep breath, Wang Fan glanced at the writing software on his screen, then, without hesitation, shut down the application and the computer. He rushed out of his room at lightning speed.

The Golden Era had arrived. Fall behind in the first step, and every step thereafter would be behind. If the era truly commenced, with the legacies of xianxia and fantasy worlds descending, Wang Fan would not let himself miss out.

He dashed out of the rented house and looked up at the sky, confirming one thing: the Golden Era had truly begun. Above, the sky was awash in yellow—not the dull color of filth, but a brilliant, luminous gold, radiant and dazzling.

Seeing this, Wang Fan, who had been half-skeptical, was now wholly convinced that the age of legends had arrived and that the appearance of true xianxia inheritances was entirely possible.

Standing in the street, Wang Fan grew anxious. He yearned to find a place of inheritance. Looking left and right, he finally spotted a grand hall beside his building. The hall was magnificent: every wooden beam carved with exquisite detail, exuding the aura of a bygone era, nothing like modern architecture.

Over the main entrance hung a plaque inscribed with four archaic characters: “Inheritance Hall.”

Wang Fan was certain that, in the past three days, he had never seen this ancient-looking hall. This could only be the legendary inheritance hall the majestic voice had spoken of, the place containing xianxia and fantasy legacies.

He swallowed hard, then sprinted toward the hall. As he drew near, he noticed several people already gathered before its doors, hesitating, pointing and discussing, but none daring to enter.

Wang Fan glanced at the still-closed, untrespassed hall and a faint smile played at the corner of his lips: “One misstep, and every step thereafter is wrong. Opportunity is right before you, and yet none of you dare to seize it—too timid by far!”

He believed, with complete certainty, that the world of xianxia and fantasy had truly arrived. Now he would be the first to claim the inheritance, the first to taste the meat of this new era. His stride was firm and resolute as he walked toward the hall—each step upright and unwavering.

In just a few strides, he reached the doors of the hall. At that moment, the hesitant bystanders behind him began to call out.

“There may be danger inside!”

“Let’s wait for the police to investigate first.”

“Don’t rush in, young man—it could be dangerous. If something happens, you could die!”

The shouts of the hesitant fell on deaf ears. Wang Fan opened the door and stepped inside.

The moment he entered the Inheritance Hall, a voice, ethereal, solemn, and grave, resounded within:

“The Inheritance Hall opens—Answer one hundred questions about the ancient era. For each correct answer, you will receive a rankless inheritance. Ten correct answers earns you a Yellow-rank inheritance. Twenty, a Profound-rank inheritance. Thirty, an Earth-rank inheritance. Forty, a Heaven-rank inheritance. Fifty, a Supreme inheritance. Sixty, a Quasi-Emperor inheritance. Seventy, an Emperor-level inheritance. Eighty, a Heavenly Emperor-level inheritance. Ninety, an Immortal King inheritance. Answer all one hundred correctly, and you will obtain the Perfect Immortal Emperor’s inheritance!”

These words filled Wang Fan with grave determination. He knew he must answer with utmost care—the more questions answered correctly, the higher the inheritance he would receive. This was akin to the college entrance exams.

A high score meant a better university; here, it meant a higher starting point. If he gained an Emperor-level inheritance, his start would be unimaginably high. If he received only a rankless inheritance, becoming even a superhuman would be a distant dream, let alone an emperor.

Nearly equivalent to the college entrance examination, this inheritance challenge provoked endless seriousness in Wang Fan. He was certain that even during the college entrance exam, he had never been as earnest as he was now.

“Let it begin!” Wang Fan murmured.