Prologue

'F***! Why doesn't it stop?! Someone... please... help~' This was the last thought of Dan Scott. A 25 years old young man who just died from a deep slash to his neck.

Blood just kept gushing out like a fountain, and before he could even reminiscence his past, he died.

But even if he had that time, he would probably think that it was better that he died. He would not worry about his future, he would not worry about going to work every day, and he would not worry about what people think of him. No, to be exact, on what his relatives thought of him.

Dan never really saw a future of himself. He had no clear ambition in his mind.

Almost every teacher that talked about ambition said that it was impossible for anyone not to have a dream or an ambition at all. So left without a choice, he would just write the same answer he had since elementary:

To become a soldier.

An answer that has not been changed for years, but in his heart, Dan only found soldiers as cool and badass. He did not really want to become one.

On the contrary, he found living in the countryside was much better. As long as he could eat and have his smartphone, he would be happy. Browse the Internet and read some novels, watch and sleep. That is the life he always wanted.

Sometimes he would wonder, 'Why was I even born. What is the purpose of my existence?'

He would find it funny after thinking about it. He applied Biblical and Scientific logic to it but it made him sneer even more. In the end, he dis not care and it did not matter at all.

...

"Blood~ Why ...is ... there ...so ...much ...blood~"

"Blood~ Blood~Blood~"

Whisper of repeated words kept echoing inside white space. The pace was endless and it was impossible to see if there was an end to it. But in the center of this white space, a transparent humanoid form could be seen floating aimlessly as it murmured the words repeatedly.

Suddenly, the eerily rhythmic echoes of the murmurs got cut off when a giant door suddenly appeared and opened producing a loud creaking sound that echoed endlessly.

"Oh? So you were the one disturbing my sleep?! Hmm? A colorless soul? Interesting, since you want blood that much, then go! Find your dream with it!!" The continuous murmurs of the floating soul were drowned out by the unknown voice.

Then, a humongous finger suddenly stretched out from the large door. It reached out to the head colorless soul. Compared to the finger, the soul was like an ant in front of a mountain.

The finger did not touch the soul, but from the tip of the finger, a tiny wound suddenly appeared and a single drop of blood dripped and came in contact with the colorless soul.

With that, the original colorless soul turned blood red. Its murmurs also stopped and it just hung there, not moving.

"Since you entered my domain, this is my gift to you! Now go! Haha! Find your dream! Find your destiny!"

The finger suddenly bent and flicked the now-red-soul off to the distance. With that, the finger finally withdraw and the giant door disappeared. Finally, the peace in the white domain was restore.

...

In a small room, there was a bed, on that bed was a sleeping pale young man. But, his face was a little contorted and sweat trickled down on his face. His breathing was uneven and his body occasionally twitched.

Suddenly, the young man's trembling eyes snapped open. It showed confusion and fear as he recalled his horrible nightmare. After a while, the young mam finally calmed down and sat up.

He heaved a sigh and said to himself, "F***, I thought I was going to die! What a horrible dream!"

"Huh? Did my bedroom smell like this before?" After calming down, the young man finally had the chance to notice that something was wrong. He hurriedly twisted his neck to look around and it filled him with shock and confusion.

"Where am I?!" He sprung up from his bed but for some unknown reason, he found himself out of balance and crashed on the floor.

'What's going on?!' The young man felt like his control over his body was off. He stood up, and he felt that it was quite weird. His vision seemed to be a lot higher than before and moving his limbs felt a little uncomfortable.

With no choice, he rushed towards the mirror, and what he saw next shocked him.

A pale, skinny young man stood there looking directly at his eyes. The young man was quite handsome, but his eyes were darker than black and his skin was very pale, like that of a corpse.

He looked at his skinny body that looked like someone who had not eaten for a month. As he thought about a certain possibility, his heart thumped stronger and a tremor ran through his body. Excitement filled his heart!

"Don't tell me..." He pinched his thigh and felt pain. "Did I really just transmigrate?!" His heart beat louder and louder and his face felt hot. At this moment, he felt an excitement that triggered his adrenaline that he never experienced in his entire life before.

'If I really transmigrated, then what world am I in? The cultivation? Anime? Comics?' Thousands of thoughts ran through his brain in an instant.

His heartbeat was getting faster and louder.

'If it is like this, I should have some kind of special power right?' If he really were one of those people that was transmigrated, then he should have at least some kind of power, or what they call the gold finger, right?

But just as he thought of that, his heartbeat that he never paid attention to earlier kept getting louder and faster every second.

He clenched his chest and felt a mysterious feeling. As his heart beat, the blood in his veins seemed to get agitated and he could feel his throat tightening. He could feel his breathing get blocked, he tried to clench his chest to calm down, but it won't listen.

'Dammit! What is going on?! Am I going to die here again?!'

But just as he thought he was really going to die, he suddenly got a bad feeling from his stomach and felt very nauseous.

"Bwak!"

Horrible stench filled the room as he spat out dark red liquid... blood. But somehow, he still felt like vomiting.

"Bwak!"

Another mouthful of dark red blood was spat out, and as he looked at the black blood, he felt a certain connection to it, as if he could somehow control it.

'Could my power be controlling blood?' he clenched his fist to control his excitement and focused on the dark blood.

As he focused, he felt that the connection was getting stronger and stronger.

"Rise!" He grunted in a small voice and as if following orders, the dark blood on the floor suddenly trembled and slowly floated in the air.

He grinned widely and thought about how he would control it.

'Form!'

The floating dark blood suddenly formed into a sphere and floated in front of him. But before he could continue with his fun, he suddenly felt an intense sense of hunger. Thankfully, he found that it was not least bit connected to him controlling the blood, it was because he was really hungry and craving for food.

But even then, he suddenly started laughing.

"Hahaha! This is crazy! Dream? Ambition? Hahaha!" He laughed. "Hahaha! To think that the useless Dan Scott, the trash of society got transmigrated. Since fate allowed it, then today, I swear on my soul that I will search for a dream of my own! Haha!" That's right, this was Dan Scott. The young man who died from a single slash to his neck. The colorless soul from the white domain that got flicked to transmigrate.

But even after his soul turned red, it seems like it was only on the outside. He was still colorless on the inside!