1: Chapter 1: The Prison Guard at the Start! My Life Is Coming Soon?

Eastern Wasteland Domain.

Great Chu Dynasty, 280th year of Yuanwu.

Capital city, first level of the Celestial Prison.

Inside the Celestial Prison, a damp and moldy aura rushed towards him, mixed with the smell of rust and blood, making one's stomach churn.

Occasionally, the muffled groans of prisoners or the clanking of chains dragging across the floor drifted from afar, adding to the gloom and deathly silence.

In a dim rest area for Jailers.

Wearing a Jailer's uniform with a Jailer's saber at his waist, Gu Han was curled up in the corner of the rest area with his eyes tightly shut.

At sixteen, he should have been a dashing young man, but at this moment, he was as withered as a dead branch—his back hunched against the damp stone wall.

Gu Han had delicate features, looking like a scholar.

But his body was extremely thin, as if his bones and tendons had been extracted, leaving him limp and powerless. His eyes opened and closed slightly in the shadows.

Suddenly, Gu Han opened his eyes wide and began to scan his surroundings.

"Holy crap!"

"Where is this?"

"Didn't I get hit by a cement truck, the Transmigration Divine Artifact?"

...

Before Gu Han could continue to be puzzled, memories flooded into his mind.

The vast torrent of memories instantly gave Gu Han a splitting headache.

He clutched his head with both hands, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his body curling even tighter.

Those memory fragments that did not belong to him poured down like a torrential rain, constantly increasing his pain and dizziness.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

"280th year of Yuanwu... Great Chu Dynasty... Gu Han..."

Gu Han muttered the information in his mind.

The original owner's memories were like a rag soaked in sewage, fragmented yet jarring.

It turned out that three months ago, the original body, Gu Han, inherited the hereditary title of Jailer from his father, who had died in the line of duty.

"Hereditary title?"

Gu Han muttered to himself, his voice tinged with irony.

In his previous life, he was a 996-working-class beast, but now he had become a "system-insider Jailer" of this Great Chu Dynasty.

Calling him a Jailer was actually just a title for a bottom-tier laborer without official status, doing all kinds of menial, dirty, and exhausting work; he was firmly in the "lowly caste."

To escape, the only way was death; otherwise, if he left without authorization, there would be no place for him in the entire Great Chu Dynasty.

And the original owner was extremely weak, with no ability to Cultivate to speak of; trying to rely on the ability to Cultivate to escape was completely unfeasible.

The original owner had been a Jailer for three months, suffering daily from the torture of Yin Qi, Death Qi, and baleful aura in the Celestial Prison...

When he was resting just now, he couldn't hold on anymore, which led to Gu Han's Transmigration and possession.

Just then, Gu Han suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest, as if a giant boulder had crushed down on his chest, threatening to crush his heart.

"Cough, cough..."

"Pfft!"

As he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the pain eased slightly.

At this moment, Gu Han's face was deathly pale, and he was so weak that he felt like he was about to die at any moment.

Meanwhile, the elderly Jailer nearby, Zhao De, saw Gu Han's appearance and stopped his "high-flown talk" with the other Jailers.

Zhao De wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and walked towards Gu Han.

When he got close, Gu Han smelled a mixture of sweaty, low-quality alcohol, which was even more choking than the moldy smell of the Celestial Prison.

"Kid Gu, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao De's rough palm patted Gu Han's back gently, the calluses on his palm rubbing against Gu Han's thin shoulder blades, as he helped Gu Han regulate his Qi and blood.

"Your body is weak, and you don't have any ability to Cultivate to protect yourself. Staying in this eerie place every day would shorten the lifespan of even the toughest man."

Gu Han looked up at Zhao De, and memory fragments kept emerging.

Zhao De was his father's close friend and the person his father had entrusted to take care of him.

"Uncle Zhao..."

Gu Han said in a hoarse voice, afraid of being exposed.

"I'm fine, I just suddenly remembered my father and couldn't suppress my emotions for a moment."

"Sorry to trouble you with your worry, Uncle Zhao."

Hearing this, a look of sadness appeared in Zhao De's eyes.

"Sigh!"

"With Old Gu gone, life has been hard for you."

Afterwards, Zhao De changed the subject.

"But, you kid..."

"I told you to Cultivate properly before, but you insisted on taking imperial exams."

"Is that something people like us from the lower class can even think about?"

"Have you ever seen a scholar with no ability to Cultivate?"

"Which minister in the court is without the strength to truss a chicken?"

"You've been in the Celestial Prison for three months, and you've seen how many ministers have been thrown into jail, right!"

"This world is in chaos."

These words were like a thorn piercing Gu Han's heart.

In the original owner's memories, there was indeed an obsession to "take the imperial exams and escape the lowly caste."

Because of this, the original owner ignored his father's advice, gave up on martial arts Cultivate, and insisted on taking the imperial exams, hoping one day to bring honor to his ancestors and become someone superior.

However, he ignored that this was a world where Xuanhuan martial arts reigned supreme, with experts lying high above the clouds, living for a long time.

Hearing this, Gu Han couldn't help but tremble, his face showing a trace of sorrow.

Seeing this, Zhao De thought his words were a bit harsh, so he comforted him.

"From now on, stop thinking about imperial exams and just be a good Jailer."

"Being a Jailer at least ensures you won't starve to death."

"Oh, right!"

"How did you think about what I told you last time?"

Hearing this, Gu Han's pupils constricted, and he was stunned, his mind constantly searching his memories.

He was afraid of not matching up and being discovered by the person in front of him as an imposter, and being slapped to death.

However, he was overthinking it.

Zhao De was just a Jailer with the ability to Cultivate only at the third level of the Body Tempering Realm; how could he possibly discover something as miraculous as a Soul Transmigration possession?

However, Gu Han still dared not be careless, after all, it had been less than an hour since he Transmigrated.

Seeing this, Zhao De couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh!"

"You kid, are you looking down on her?"

"Although that girl doesn't know many characters, she is definitely a good match."

"And you're still here being picky."

Hearing this, Gu Han suddenly realized, and the memory also emerged.

Immediately, he said with a hint of apology, about to answer.

At this time, other resting Jailers chimed in.

"Old Zhao, that's where you're wrong."

"Kid Gu is still young, he hasn't seen the outside world or experienced the charm of a courtesan, and you want him to get married."

"Isn't this kidnapping an innocent young man?"

"Haha!"

...

Seeing everyone's laughter, Gu Han couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It turned out that the "thing from last time" Zhao De mentioned was matchmaking.

It's just that the woman being matched was a bit "powerful."

A woman without the ability to Cultivate who could snap a branch as thick as a bowl with her bare hands, and was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted.

Saying she was the reincarnation of Zhang Fei would not be an exaggeration.

"Screw your outside world!"

Zhao De picked up his wine skin and threw it at the heckling Jailer.

"I'm just afraid that this kid will die in the prison one day and won't even have anyone to carry his funeral urn!"

"You bachelors with brothers at home don't know anything!"

Afterwards, Zhao De looked at Gu Han and warned him solemnly.

"You kid, don't let them corrupt you, and don't go drinking and carousing with them."

"With your physique, if you go to a flower-drinking party a few times, you'll probably be off to see Old Gu."

Before Gu Han could respond, a Jailer laughed.

"Old Zhao, you haven't felt the joy, don't delay Kid Gu!"

Then, the Jailer said to Gu Han with a smile.

"Kid Gu, after the shift, follow your big brother."

"Big brother will take you to experience a fairyland on earth."

"Big brother guarantees that as long as you go once, you will fall in love with that place."

The words fell, and everyone burst into laughter again.

Hearing this, Zhao De's face darkened, and he couldn't help but scold them sternly.

"All of you, go to work!"

Seeing Zhao De like this, the Jailers dispersed.

After the other Jailers left, Zhao De looked at Gu Han solemnly.

Suddenly, Gu Han was also startled by Zhao De's gaze and quickly promised.

"Uncle Zhao, I promise not to go drinking with Brother Li and the others."

"As for the marriage you mentioned, let me consider it again."

"Besides, I am still in the mourning period."

"If I get married at this time, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Seeing this, Zhao De's expression improved.

"What you said makes sense."

Hearing this, Gu Han felt a burst of joy inside and immediately asked.

"Uncle Zhao, I want to Cultivate, can you teach me?"

Hearing this, Zhao De couldn't help but laugh.

"Kid, why did you suddenly change your temperament?"

"Before, when I asked you to practice martial arts, you used hunger strikes to threaten Old Gu."

Hearing this, Gu Han looked at Zhao De solemnly.

"Uncle Zhao, I want to live, and I also want to avenge my father."

After all, just after coughing up blood, Gu Han could clearly feel that the original owner's vitality could last at most a few months.

To survive, he could only rely on martial arts; otherwise, with the little money in the original owner's pocket, it was impossible to buy medicine to prolong his life.

He didn't want to die so soon after Transmigrating; that would be too unfair to himself!

Hearing Gu Han's words, Zhao De looked at Gu Han with a solemn and surprised expression.

"Revenge?"