I’m Really Not Your Typical Hero Across the Worlds

Mount Hua, Jade Maiden Peak.

It was early summer. The trees and grasses flourished in lush abundance, but this perilous cliff was barren—no growth, no insects, no birds. Only a cave yawned here, and within it sat a smooth, rounded boulder.

At this moment, a boy in green robes perched atop the stone.

He looked no more than seven or eight years old, his features delicate and handsome, but in his eyes there was a maturity that belied his age.

“Sigh, it’s been a year already! Should I tell Master the secret here or not…” Zheng Jian muttered idly, his face knotted with hesitation and indecision as he stared at the empty cave.

Zheng Jian—the protagonist of this tale—was one among the countless ranks of transmigrators, but unlike others, who arrived in new worlds with cheats and loyal followers, he possessed nothing at all.

He had crossed into the world of “The Smiling, Proud Wanderer” a year ago, and had joined Mount Hua’s sect under Master Yue’s tutelage. The initial excitement and anxiety had faded, leaving only a sense of resignation and acceptance.

Disciples of Mount Hua were ranked by order of entry. Zheng Jian, having arrived early, had become the eldest disciple; when he joined, Linghu Chong had not yet appeared. Over time, Linghu Chong, Lao Denuo, Liang Fa, Shi Daizi, Gao Genming, Lu Dayou, and even Master Yue’s young daughter, Ling Shan, had all successively entered the sect.

He had come to the Reflection Cliff countless times this past year, for the reason was simple: as one with foreknowledge, he knew the sect’s ultima