People reincarnate when they are reincarnated

"Hahaha, I finally found a person from Blue Star beside me!"

"Sorry, I don't know you. I am from Earth," I replied expressionlessly.

His eyes widened with excitement. "Wait, listen! I am also from Earth. Let me introduce myself. I am Oscar, but my real name is Chu Tian." He lowered his voice when speaking his true name, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping.

I maintained my neutral expression, though internally I was calculating the implications of meeting another transmigrator. "I am Xiao Hanyue, and my real name is Eleanor Leywin."

The false name flowed easily from my lips. It was one I had crafted carefully from another series altogether. He didn't seem to doubt my fake name, which meant he likely hadn't read TBATE. If he could see my favorability system—he would notice it rapidly decreasing as I evaluated him. But I said If he could, so why did his expression shifted subtly, eyes flickering to a space just above my head, then frowning? So he could see status or more like favourability.

Did I hit a jackpot? Even I myself underestimated my talent of analysing. I had just casually learned his deepest secret while revealing nothing of value about myself.

"Do you know which world you're in?" he asked, studying my reaction carefully. His tone suggested he was testing me, perhaps thinking me as a female transmigrator, I might favour Tang San, the original protagonist of this world as he might become a god with handsome appearance.

I decided to demonstrate my knowledge while simultaneously let him understand my intentions. "Isn't it Soul Land? I know Tang San will become a god, but we can intercept his opportunity to get the fairy grass, so why worry?" I tilted my head slightly, adding, "And I think you should be more concerned about your martial spirit than potential competitors."

Pride flashed across his face. "Hah, don't worry! I've already obtained three soul rings. I'm stronger than you. So you can call me Big Brother." As he spoke, three soul rings materialized behind him—one yellow followed by two purple ones, indicating considerable talent and power for his age and ground breaking with second soul ring being purple.

Without warning, I manifested a sleek, modern handgun and pointed it directly at his forehead. The speed of my movement left him no time to react. "See how the tables have turned?" I had a little smug in my face.

The confidence drained from his face, replaced by disbelief. "You're kidding, right? It's just a fake model or an illusion."

I adjusted my aim slightly and pulled the trigger. "BANG!" The bullet whistled past his ear, embedding itself in the wall behind him. A small trickle of blood appeared where the projectile had grazed him.

The as it was a dead corner, but still people nearby cared about the sound. I quickly created an illusion to mask ourself from outside observers—a simple argument between traders to anyone looking our way.

"Big sister, I lose. I am now the youngest," he declared, immediately dropping to his knees, his earlier bravado completely evaporated.

I couldn't help but scoff at his quick surrender. "Are you even a man? You just went directly to your knees. Aren't protagonists supposed to have gold in their knees? Some backbone?"

"Hey, big sis, chill," he replied with a nervous laugh, raising his hands placatingly. "I'm not Tang San or any protagonist. I'm just an ordinary person from the secular world. And it's not bad to hug the thigh of a strong, beautiful girl." He offered a roguish smile, already adapting to his new subordinate position or more like to let my guard down.

I dismissed the gun with a flick of my wrist, watching it dissolve into motes of light. "Well, your reasoning is quite okay, but I can't trust you just like you can't trust me." I studied him thoughtfully. "Let's define our goals here at the same time. This way, we can determine if we'll face each other in the future. On the count of three, we'll write it on paper and exchange."

"Well, there's no paper here in the world," he began, but before he could finish his sentence, a sheet of pristine paper materialized in his hand. His eyes widened, doubt about my abilities evident in his expression. Due to my disguise, he couldn't notice the momentary change in my eyes as I exercised my creation ability.

I created another sheet for myself and a pen that wrote in ink. Without hesitation, I wrote: "Become strongest in the whole verse, change some plot to my liking like making background character stronger, and seduce any girl to marry (Tian Shui Academy is mine)." I folded the paper and handed it to him. He did the same, passing his note to me.

Unfolding his paper, I read: "Become God, beat Tang Buddha Dynasty to death, and make a harem of beautiful women." The corners of my lips twitched. Typical.

"So, we don't have any intersection except women," I observed, tucking the paper away. "There's no need to be wary. There's no way you could force a lady to choose anyone."

"Tsk, it's a waste of beauty—" He caught my sharp glare and quickly corrected himself. "I mean, as expected of Big Sis, you have bigger goals."

The nearby place had calmed somewhat, though people still gave our corner a wide berth. I maintained the illusion while considering my next question. "So, are you going to join Spirit Hall?"

"Hell no way!" His vehement response came immediately. "How could I miss Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong? And for the others, I still have time." His grin revealed his intentions clearly—he was aiming for the female characters from the original story.

"I expected as much," I replied, unsurprised. "I think you should have joined the Seven-Treasure-Glazed-Tile sect." The suggestion wasn't random—if he was pursuing Ning Rongrong, the Seven-Treasure sect would be his natural destination.

His eyes lit up. "As expected of big sister, you are so smart! I would also like to formally invite you to join our clan." The invitation seemed genuine, though likely motivated by his desire to keep someone powerful close.

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm not interested. Anyway, take care. I've got to go now." I turned to leave, already considering my next destination.

"Wait!" he called out. "Can I get one of your guns? I've got 100,000 gold for it."

I paused, considering the request. Introducing modern weapons could significantly alter this world's power dynamics. Then again, I had no particular attachment to the original timeline. "Make it a million."

"500,000 golds," he countered quickly.

"Deal." My swift agreement clearly surprised him. Little did he know that money held minimal value to me—I could create or acquire it whenever necessary.

I manifested a revolver, ensuring it was fully functional but limited in ammunition—six bullets, each one a marvel of engineering impossible in this world. Additionally, I reached into my spatial storage and retrieved some of the hidden weapons from assassin creed I'd made earlier.

"That's a bonus for our first deal," I explained, handing him the additional items. "And thank you for the service."

"Wait about bullets??"

"Oh, another 300,000 for 100 bullets." Well, I gotta pick more money if its coming to me.

"Deal" I send him boxes of ammo then he picked it up to check the box. And then he hander over a ring which is I suppose a storage soul tool.

"There's 1 million gold in it, take extra gold coins as a meeting gift."

"Then good bye." I took away the storage ring.

Without warning, I activated my teleportation ability, vanishing from his sight in an instant. However, I didn't travel far—merely to the rooftop of a nearby building. Using my mental strength, enhanced by my recent breakthrough, I extended my consciousness toward him, curious about his true thoughts.

"Sigh, she's such a difficult girl," he muttered to himself, examining the revolver with reverence. "I shouldn't have revealed myself. But she's not difficult to get along with." He slipped the gun into his robes carefully. "Anyway, I still have another martial spirit with me. Damn, I should hurry back, otherwise I'll be beaten by master again."

Interesting—a second martial spirit. That explained his confidence despite my clearly superior abilities. Still, my Mind's Eye wasn't warning me about any potential ill intention from him, which suggested he wasn't destined to become my enemy. At least, not immediately.

Satisfied with my reconnaissance, I truly departed this time, crossing the city with supernatural speed until I reached my accommodations at Rose Hotel.

Once safely inside, I released my mental space from isolation. Immediately, Xiao Wu materialized before me.

"Qingxue, what happened?" she demanded, her ear twitching agitatedly above her. "I was worried about you. The mental connection just... vanished."

"Nothing serious," I assured her, sinking into a plush armchair. "It was just a confidential conversation, not appropriate for you to overhear." The partial truth should satisfy her without revealing too much about transmigrators—because it might make her doubt about her existence if she know about Douluo Dalu novel.

Her long ears flattened against her head as she pouted. "Hmph, I'm not a child. Anyway, I believe you, that you would have done it for my sake."

Her trust warmed me unexpectedly, I suppose I am still take Xiao Wu as a stupid rabbit. "Thanks for believing me. I'll tell you everything when the time is right. How is Tian Meng doing?"

"Senior went to sleep," Xiao Wu reported, curling up on the cushioned window seat. "Said to call him only when absolutely necessary."

"As expected of him, he still lazy to this date"

After our brief exchange, I settled into a meditative position, allowing my consciousness to expand beyond the physical constraints of my body. The encounter with another transmigrator had provided valuable information, but also raised concerning possibilities. Well, I actually don't care because I am sure even without anything more I can reach God position with whatever I have now. But still I seek to become strongest, so no slacking off.

I pulled out the storage ring and emptied it. The gold coin was spread all over my bed. I then activated my eye to check on how the storage soul guide is made. After layer by layer observation, I got to know about three array, on is that takes soul power to unlock the soul ring, another which have spatial array to store all the items and another array is retrieving array to pull out things you put inside.

Using my creation ability, I fashioned an elegant black bracelet inlaid with sapphires that complemented me. With painstaking precision, I engraved the necessary arrays inside it, using material salvaged from the ring as only this specific alloy could properly support the functioning of spatial arrays. I enhanced the design, increasing its storage capacity to accommodate up to two cubic meters of space—four times what the original ring could hold.

Satisfied with my creation, I tested its functionality and durability thoroughly, pushing it to its limits. The bracelet performed flawlessly, responding instantly to my spirit energy and maintaining stable spatial boundaries even when filled to capacity. With the final adjustments complete, I slipped it onto my wrist, feeling the comforting weight of my improved storage space.

The remainder of the evening was dedicated to practicing the Crystal Contemplation Technique and Nine Convince Qi methods, foundational exercises for advancing my cultivation. As the golden light of sunset faded into the purple hush of evening, I lost myself in the rhythmic flow of energy through my meridians, strengthening my connection to this world's magical systems while maintaining the unique advantages I had brought with me.

The next morning dawned clear and bright. After a light breakfast, I once again ventured out into the city. Finding a secluded alleyway free from prying eyes, I carefully altered my appearance to match the disguise I had used the previous day—crimson and black hair, blood-red eyes partially concealed behind a stylish blindfold. With my identity secured, I made my way confidently toward the Arena, ready to test my combat skills against whatever challengers awaited.

And so began a pattern that would continue for a full year—training, fighting, advancing, and gradually establishing my position in this new world. Each battle in the Arena brought new insights, each victory building my reputation under my chosen alias. The gold from Oscar financed my comfortable lifestyle while I focused on improvement rather than mundane concerns.