After sitting up from a suspicious black metal box, Gwen fell into a serious state of confusion. In fact, even the action of "sitting up" was done unconsciously.
An unprecedented sense of confusion and dizziness was attacking his brain. He felt that his ears were buzzing, and all kinds of crazy and indistinguishable feelings were coming from all over his body. Everything in front of him had at least four double images, and two of them were black and white. But in all this chaos, his thinking ability was not completely gone.
Perhaps he should thank someone for hitting him on the back of his hand with a stick. He got a precious moment of clarity when he was about to be swallowed by the chaos.
But that hit was really painful ….
And in the process of gradually recovering his thinking, Gwen finally remembered what had happened before — the sudden cut off of his vision, the activation of the escape program, the illusion of falling, and now... this real, sentient, and mobile body.
Body!!
He got a body!
After transmigrating for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, just when he almost thought that he was born with a third-person perspective, Gawain obtained a body!
The confusion in his mind was understandable, and so was the chaotic perception coming from all over his body. He had not had any sensory ability other than vision for too many years. Even if his mind remained normal for some unknown reason, it was difficult for him to adapt to the state of being able to feel cold, hot, painful, and itchy.
But Gwen could feel that he was quickly adapting to this body and the various feelings of returning to the physical world. After the dizziness in his brain subsided a little, his vision of the forbidden quadruple image finally returned to normal, and the situation around him came into view.
The first thing he saw were the four armed burly men not far ahead. One of them was a middle-aged man with gray hair, wearing a sturdy looking steel armor. The tendons almost reached his forehead, and he held a silver-gray long sword. The other three's armor and weapons were obviously much simpler, but there were traces of standardization.
A petite girl was forced to half-kneel on the ground by the four burly men with their swords. Due to the cover of her hair and the angle, her face could not be seen clearly. However, one could see a sharp ear sticking out from her hair.
A little further away stood a woman in a long red dress. Her elegant and mature face, as well as her curvaceous figure, made Gawain take a second look at her. He quickly noticed the unconcealable nervousness and fear in the mature noblewoman's eyes.
However, a commotion next to him quickly attracted Gawain's attention. He turned his head and saw a girl who looked to be at most sixteen or seventeen years old jumping off the stone platform she was on in a panic. The girl was holding a metal stick that looked like it would cause a lot of pain if it were to hit someone.
Thinking of the girl's position, Gwen's face suddenly became a little strange. "Just now... You hit me, right?"
As soon as he said this, he was stunned. He realized that he was not speaking Chinese, but a language he had never heard before. But this foreign language seemed to be innate to him.
Rebecca did not know how many messy thoughts were running in the mind of the "ancestor". The noble girl, who had just inherited the title of viscount and encountered a huge change, was about to cry. "Ancestor... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"I..." Gwen still did not understand what was going on. Although he had been watching this world from the sky for many, many years, it was the first time he saw it from a first-person perspective. He was more confused than everyone else. "You are..."
The beautiful lady in the red dress seemed to be the calmest among them. After Gawain sat up and took the initiative to speak, the fear and nervousness on her face lessened significantly. She even took a step forward. Although she was still wary, she spoke calmly, "Do you know who you are?"
"Me?" Gawain was stunned for a moment, but before he subconsciously said his name, he shuddered and realized that he should have another identity now.
He looked at the box under him. Although the style was a little weird, it was definitely a coffin. Then he looked at the surrounding environment. Although it was spacious and bigger than his home in his previous life, it looked like a tomb no matter how he looked at it.
Thinking of the expressions on the faces of the people around him, Gwen realized one thing: he had come back to life.
At this time, if he said any name that did not match the "corpse" he had possessed, he would definitely be killed as a demon. What did the girl say just now? Ancestor, right? Then he could make a bold guess that he had possessed her ancestor's body. Putting aside the question of what her ancestor ate when he grew up and why his body did not rot after so many years, what was more important was that as an external soul, he had not only occupied her ancestor's body, slept in her ancestor's grave, but also kicked the coffin lid off her ancestor's body. It was not easy to describe how embarrassing it would be after being exposed.
Thinking of this, Gawain lowered his head and pretended to be deep in thought, but in reality, he was rapidly searching for an excuse, such as the fact that his memory was a little messed up after a long sleep. But the moment he focused, a strong wave of dizziness hit him.
He had just adapted to his new body and got rid of the dizziness, but at this time, a second wave of dizziness hit him. His body swayed and he almost fell back into the coffin. The moment the noblewoman saw Gwen's strange behavior, she nervously raised her wand and was about to cast a fireball on her ancestor's face. But a low voice from Gwen's mouth interrupted her.
"Gwen Cecil, I am Gwen Cecil, the pioneer of the Ansu Kingdom. What era is it now?"
Gwen said as he raised his head slightly. His eyes were calm and as deep as the sea.
In fact, his mind was in turmoil.
The memories belonging to Gwen Cecil were surging wildly, but they were quickly archived and recorded as if they were data in a computer's hard drive. He had read the most basic part of the data during the short period of dizziness and knew his current identity.
His biggest surprise was the name of this body — it was also Gwen.
But this "Gwen" did not have the surname Gao. He had another surname, Cecil.
Was this some kind of coincidence?
At this moment, Gawain had no time to think about how miraculous this coincidence was because the memories of Gawain Cecil were still surging in his mind. He had to do his best to prevent himself from fainting or showing a ferocious expression. While he was in a daze, he vaguely heard the clear voice of the young girl who had knocked him with her iron staff. "It's 735 of the Ansu calendar now. Ancestor, you have slept for more than seven hundred years …" Gawain said.
Heti heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Gwen's answer. As a spellcaster with rich theoretical knowledge, she had some understanding of the resurrection of the dead. These blasphemous creatures had a fatal flaw in their souls. They could hardly speak or think when they first woke up. Even if the stronger part of them could quickly regain the ability to think, they would completely forget what happened when they were alive.
And they absolutely could not say their names. Whether it was because they had regained their memories or because they were reminded by others, once the dead said their name, it would cause a backlash and burn in their soul fire. Even if they were not burned to "death", that kind of pain was unbearable for the dead.
And the phenomenon of the backlash and burn in the soul fire could not be hidden.
So she relaxed, but she was still puzzled because if the ancestor in front of her was not resurrected by the dead, then this matter was even more inexplicable.
Ancestor, why did you suddenly wake up when you were dead?
But no matter how confused she was, she still had to be polite. So Heti took a step forward and bowed with nervousness and reverence. "Ancestor of the Cecil family, I am your descendant, Heti Cecil. This is also your descendant, Rebecca Cecil. Please forgive her for her reckless behavior just now, for the sake of her young and insensible age. And … please forgive us for disturbing your rest."
Err, the one in front of me is my great-great-great-great-granddaughter, and the one beside her seems to be her granddaughter too.
The crazy memory infusion seemed to have finally ended. Gwen did not have the time to carefully flip through the neatly arranged information in his mind. Instead, he wanted to understand the situation around him as soon as possible. He held his coffin and tried to get up. At the same time, he muttered, "I'm fine, I don't even know how I woke up. Who can help me?"
He found that he had overestimated his ability to adapt to his new body. He could not sit up even after using all his strength. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Rebecca, who had been nervously looking at Gwen for a long time, found that it was finally time for her to perform. She immediately jumped on the stone platform and helped Gwen out of the coffin while saying, "I'll help you out of the coffin, I'll help you out of the coffin …"
It sounded weird.
"More than seven hundred years …" Gwen was stiffly helped out of the coffin by the girl. He looked down at his clothes, and what he said made Rebecca very confused. "What material is this?"
"It seems to be the Moon Scar Cloth woven by the elves …" Rebecca said uncertainly.
"It's really advanced technology."
Rebecca: "Eh?"
The ancestor's words are so profound .jpg.
With Rebecca's help, Gwen finally walked down the stone platform and stood firmly on the ground. He felt that his ability to control this body was rapidly improving, as if his soul was rapidly installing and driving. His consciousness and body were coordinating at an astonishing speed.
He let go of Rebecca's hand and tried to take a small step forward.
The next moment, he almost burst into tears. If there was a microphone beside him, he felt that he could thank everyone he knew and every TV station without repeating the same thing.
After so many years, the transmigrators in novels could almost kill gods and Buddhas and unify the universe. However, he had just completed the first challenge as a human: walking upright …
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