My sister is Luna

After flying in the sky for an unknown amount of time, Cain finally landed, crashing into the desert and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ugh...it hurts so much, I feel like my whole body is falling apart...it's so hot...I'm so thirsty...

Cain lay on the ground groaning, the blue light in his eyes slowly fading as his reason gradually returned. Surrounded by yellow sand, he thought he might have arrived in the Cloud Desert, but he didn't know his exact location.

It "flew" over from the King's Canyon, and this "ride" saved me several days. Luckily, I survived the ordeal, but now I'm in so much pain I'm almost dying. It's truly a case of fortune and misfortune being intertwined.

Cain had no strength left. Every breath brought great pain to his lungs, a feeling of immense pressure. His whole body was almost numb with pain, and he could only turn his buzzing and confused head around.

Fortunately, his body was strong, which is why he was able to fall from such a height without being smashed into a pulp. However, he still suffered enormous damage. His internal organs were severely damaged, and his internal examination showed that most of them were displaced. His nerves were squeezed by flesh and blood, and he felt that they were about to break. Now his body was paralyzed, and he could not move at all.

Inside his body, he found that the golden energy was flowing rapidly and his body was slowly healing. This process was very slow and would probably take several days to recover. The blue energy seemed to be satisfied and was extremely quiet at the moment. However, in the Cloud Desert, an environment dominated by desert, what difference was there between not finding a safe place in the wild and waiting to die?

Oh no, oh no, am I going to die? That damned dragon demon, and that damned bloodlust...

Kain looked at the blazing sun and the azure sky, feeling weak and listless, his chest heaving violently, yet he couldn't get much air in.

I'm so tired, my eyelids feel so heavy and blurry... I really want to sleep...

Golden energy was "rescuing" him, but a wave of fatigue and suffocation began to wash over Cain. His consciousness gradually began to dissipate, and although he was lying on the scorching sand, a chill began to slowly creep up his back.

In Cain's eyes, the blazing sun in the sky flickered between light and shadow, as if it were blinking.

Sleep, sleep, sleep when you're tired...

A voice seemed to be whispering in his ear.

Sleep...no, I can't sleep yet. If I fall asleep, I'll never wake up again...

Never to wake up again... Is that death? Death? I don't want to die yet. If I die, everything will be gone!

"Ahem..."

Cain suddenly woke up, his sleepiness vanished, and he gasped for breath, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He felt a little better afterward.

I don't want to die... Get up now...

"Ugh..." Cain used all his strength to turn over. Gravel stuck to his face. He tried to sit up, but his hands were too weak. Pain still covered his whole body.

This life... I haven't lived enough... I want to go back alive... I want to go back alive... How can I die here...

Cain kept telling himself this, trying to encourage himself and prevent himself from falling into a coma.

Am I really going to die? Die in this desolate land? I barely survived, and now I'm going to die again...

Despair began to creep into Cain's eyes. His face turned pale, fatigue overwhelmed him, and pain pierced him like needles, radiating throughout his body with the slightest movement.

These unbearable pains once made him want to end it all.

To die or not to die... Cain's mind was in turmoil.

Flowers...? They're so beautiful and full of life...

Cain turned his head and saw a flower to the side.

It was a vibrant flower, blooming in this dry, scorching desert, a place filled with death and despair. It stood tall and resilient, its petals proudly facing east, releasing boundless vitality and showing its life's brilliance to everyone who passed by.

Scorching heat, thirst, death, despair... these harsh pressures seem to be its nourishment, making it even more radiant.

Cain was momentarily dazed, a series of thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Flowers in the desert hold boundless hope..." Cain murmured to himself, gazing at the flower. He looked in the direction the petals pointed and saw a small black dot—

A glint of light flashed in Cain's eyes, and his voice was hoarse:

"I can't give up yet. As long as I can get to that place... I have to live! Even a tiny flower can survive, how can I give up? There is still hope. As long as I stand up, I still have hope. How can I, as a transmigrator, die here in such a miserable way!"

“I still have Luna… my parents… Milady… these important people, I want to go back to them.”

This is his reason for living, his reason for not dying here.

Only the dead, who have no life left, stop moving forward. Things that matter always keep people striving, even when death is imminent, they want to give it their all.

Even if he had to crawl, writhing like a snake, he would survive.

Cain tried to control his body, which was in excruciating pain. He clenched his teeth, his eyelids trembled, and his body groaned in agony. Intense pain traveled through his nerves to his brain, and his gums began to bleed. The scorching sun was burning him and draining his moisture, but he ignored it and only thought about getting up and desperately trying to move his body.

If we give up now, we'll never get up again. If we really die, we'll never see Luna and the others again.

The thought of this terrible outcome is unbearable.

At this moment, Cain's longing and will to survive overwhelmed everything else.

"rise……!"

Cain gritted his teeth, and his body finally yielded to his will, beginning to move slowly—one finger, two fingers… an arm… and finally his entire body. Cain stood up; his will to live allowed him to overcome death.

Within Cain's body, the flow of golden energy accelerated, and his severely damaged body began to heal slowly at a visible pace, perhaps within a day. His body would then emerge stronger, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

"Ha...ha...it worked."

Cain also felt the changes in his body, and his eyes regained their brilliance. He looked at the petal-scaled flower that had been blooming in the desert, which seemed to be more radiant than before, as if celebrating his rebirth.

Although he was still exhausted, he avoided the fate of "never waking up again".

"Now we need to find a place to rest." Cain touched the blooming petal-scaled flower, then picked up his bundle, leaned on his sharp blade, and dragged himself toward a small black dot in the distance.

……

Following the direction indicated by the petal-scaled flower, Cain finally arrived at this dilapidated little village.

When Cain entered the village, he saw more than a dozen people lying by the roadside, all dressed in rags, their eyes dull and lifeless. They ignored Cain, a stranger, as he entered their village, as if waiting to die. A few people were guarding a dry well, staring longingly at the dry bottom, hoping for a miracle so that the well would start to flow again.

Cain walked along, observing them, then approached one of the elders and asked him in fluent Eastern language:

"Excuse me, sir, how do I get to the Protectorate General's Office?"

"The Protectorate? The Protectorate is already struggling to survive. Foreigners, it's probably too late to do business across the Great Wall now. The Great Wall is completely blocked." The old man snapped out of his daze and looked at the travel-worn Cain.

"Could it be because of the Demon Seed Rebellion?" Cain thought of this possibility. The only thing that could keep the Protectorate so busy was the Demon Seed Rebellion.

“That’s right, the sudden appearance of a large number of demonic seeds destroyed everything that was once beautiful. The village was destroyed, the well dried up, families were scattered, and now everything is gone… Waaah… Waaah…” The old man’s eyes suddenly reddened as he spoke, and he choked up.

He could have spent his old age happily and peacefully, with his family living in harmony. But the sudden appearance of the demonic seed destroyed everything. His son, daughter-in-law, and wife all died from the demonic seed, and his grandson is missing. The old man's dream of a happy old age has turned into a nightmare.

Cain felt a pang of pity and handed him some gold coins, saying, "Take this money; it might be of some help to you."

"Money? What use is money now? We can't even buy water. Everyone is in danger, and people are losing their lives. What's the point of money now? It's just a pile of scrap metal." The old man sighed and pushed the money back.

The old man looked around, then leaned down and whispered in Cain's ear:

“Young man, I can tell you’re a good person. Take my advice. There are demons everywhere outside. It’s very dangerous. You can stay here. I can leave you my water. Anyway, I’m an old man with nothing left. I don’t want to live anymore.”

"No need, old man. I will still go to the Protectorate. My current goal is to get those demon seeds. Don't give up either. Everything will be alright," Cain said with a slight smile.

"Sigh... Alright, the Heluo army once set up a rapid movement device here using mechanical arts to quickly transmit intelligence. The demons didn't destroy it. You can see it once you pass this village. The Protectorate is just east of it. Go, young man, kill a few more demons for me." Seeing that he couldn't persuade Cain, the old man could only sigh.

"Thank you, old man, I will." Cain said goodbye to the old man, quietly put three gold coins into the old man's pocket, and then walked out of the village.

Not far away, he saw a gear-like device. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was the acceleration device used for breaking through the border in the game "King of Glory".

I went up and stood there, but after a while, I found that there was no reaction at all.

"What's going on? Is it broken?" Cain wondered, and stomped his foot.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, the gear decorations began to shine.

Cain immediately felt his body become lighter, and with his body mostly recovered, he believed he could reach the Protectorate within half a day.

“What an amazing machine,” Cain exclaimed in amazement.

Then it flew out like lightning, heading east.

……