Master Player Across the Multiverse

"Hmm, so it’s not a dream!"

Opening his eyes, Xie Jing stared at the intricately patterned ceiling above him and muttered to himself.

This was already the second day since he arrived in this unfamiliar world.

He lay back down, recalling that morning just the day before, when he, a gravely ill patient, had been confined to a hospital bed for a full year.

Xie Jing had always believed fate had a secret fondness for him; after all, at eighteen, he lost both parents, yet they left him a vast inheritance. He’d grown up with a beautiful childhood friend harboring a secret love for him. Just as his life was about to unfold like the protagonist of some wish-fulfillment novel, fate struck a heavy blow.

He was diagnosed with cancer—breast cancer, of all things.

After battling the disease for a year, he finally succumbed.

He remembered the moment his ears caught a sweet melody, and in a haze, he felt himself drifting away from the world. A wave of relief washed over him, as if countless gentle hands were caressing his body, and the cancer retreated...

Just as he debated whether to shout "my fate is my own, not heaven’s," a burst of light shattered the sensation.

Damn it... I wasn’t done enjoying myself...

Before his consciousness slipped into darkness, Xie Jing uttered his final words...

...

He had no idea how much time had passed before he awoke, groggy and dazed.

He found himself lying on a soft bed. There was no pungent smell of disinfectant, no distant hospital clamor.

It was