Chapter 2: The Elf Saintess

"Where am I?"

Xu Feng opened his eyes to a leaden sky. Turning his head, he saw nothing but desolation all around. *This can't be right... wasn't I just at school?*

*Am I dreaming?*

Yet the vividness of the scene and everything he perceived told the young man he was fully awake. But this was utterly absurd. Could it be... had he also... *transmigrated*?

As a university student, Xu Feng, like most young people today, spent a lot of time online. Besides gaming, novels were a popular pastime. From those wildly imaginative web novels, Xu Feng had learned the term "transmigration," but he never imagined it would happen to him.

His feelings were... complicated, to say the least. The key issue was that this transmigration was *really* poorly timed!

Everybody knows that university signifies adulthood, marking the end of the grueling high school years. In university, besides studying and surfing the web, dating is practically a requirement.

Xu Feng was handsome and had a rather smooth tongue. As the saying goes, "Women love a mischievous man." At his university, Xu Feng was considered one of the famous campus heartthrobs. His popularity with girls went without saying, and his girlfriend was exceptionally beautiful—the belle of the Faculty of Arts. It's worth noting that the Faculty of Arts had a reputation as a "cradle of beauties."

After two months of dating, today was his girlfriend's birthday. Xu Feng had gone to great pains, planning a series of romantic scenes that had delighted her immensely. Being somewhat traditional, she had finally agreed to come with him to a hotel. Next should have been...

A very romantic and unforgettable night. But just then... transmigration happened. *Damn it, are you kidding me? Couldn't it have waited just a little longer?*

No beautiful girlfriend by his side, no luxurious hotel room. Lying in a dirt pit, Xu Feng was utterly miserable. How could this happen?

*How infuriating!* And to think, he was still a virgin. He had hoped for a wonderful first time, but who knew it would end like this.

The wind howled mournfully, but Xu Feng, lying in the dirt pit, didn't want to move. His mood was understandable—after all, anyone encountering such a thing couldn't just laugh it off.

Time passed, and several hours slipped by unnoticed. Xu Feng struggled to his feet. The reason was simple: he was hungry. Depressed as he was, Xu Feng had no intention of ending his life. As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope."

Finding something to eat was now the top priority. But as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but wasteland—dirt, rocks, and nothing else.

"Are you kidding me?!" Xu Feng felt like cursing out loud. When he read novels before, other protagonists always appeared with either money or beautiful women. But him... why did he end up in such a desolate place?

He didn't dare hope for the legendary "kingly aura," but at the very least, the place he appeared should have a city, some signs of human habitation! Otherwise, how was he supposed to survive?

Right now, Xu Feng didn't even know *where* he had transmigrated to. Was it a world of immortals and martial arts? A world of magic? Or a highly advanced world of mecha and technology?

He sighed. Thinking about this now was pointless. The key was figuring out how to leave this godforsaken place.

Xu Feng didn't know that the spot he was in was precisely the final battlefield where the allied forces of the various races on Hailan Star had clashed with the extraterrestrial warships. Fourfold forbidden curses and antimatter weapons combined to shatter the laws of balance, causing space to collapse. A black hole devoured everything, and had brought him here from Earth. In other words, he was the sole survivor; everyone else had been sucked into the black hole. That's why it was so desolate...

After a thorough search, Xu Feng slumped down in despair. There was nothing. His stomach growled incessantly. *No way... could I become the first transmigrant in history to starve to death?*

Fortunately, when one door closes, another opens. Just as Xu Feng was at a loss, he suddenly felt his hand touch something—unlike dirt or rock. Xu Feng was startled and quickly started digging.

Although he had no tools, the soil here was very loose, so it took little effort to retrieve the object. It was... something like a parchment scroll, densely covered with many symbols, or perhaps writing.

"What is this thing?" Xu Feng's face fell with disappointment. *Could it be a magic scroll?* But even that guess didn't excite him. When someone is starving, a diamond holds less appeal than a steamed bun.

He casually tried to toss the thing aside, but his hand accidentally got cut on a nearby stone. Blood flowed out and dripped onto the parchment scroll that resembled a magic scroll.

*Boom!*

A dazzling golden light instantly enveloped Xu Feng. Countless golden symbols appeared on the ground, flowing like quicksilver. Amidst the brilliant golden light, magical elements began to swirl around the young man, and then his figure slowly faded away...

*Plop.* The scroll fell to the ground. The strange symbols on it had vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint residual scent of magical elements.

Everything returned to calm. It wasn't until several hours later that signs of life reappeared in this desolate place. They were several unbelievably beautiful women. Their loose robes did little to hide their slender, graceful figures. Their exquisite features seemed carved by an artist's hand. Unlike humans, they had pointed ears—clearly indicating their elven heritage.

"Is this the site of the battlefield?"

"Yes, Saintess." A green-haired elf girl lowered her head and answered respectfully.

"How can this be? It was clearly a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of troops. How could they all vanish without a trace? Could this be a plot by the humans or the beastmen?"

The other elves dared not respond. The Saintess soon shook her head. "But that doesn't make sense. Their armies disappeared too. If it were a plot, hiding so many troops would be impossible. Everyone, stop standing around. Search the area and see if there are any clues."

"Yes!"

The elves began their search. But in a place where a black hole had once appeared, what could possibly remain? Disappointment showed on the elves' faces.

"Saintess, there's a scroll here."

"Quick, bring it to me."

With delicate, slender hands, the Saintess took the scroll and studied it carefully. Judging by the residual magical elements on it, it had been used about three hours ago—long after the allied forces and the invaders had mysteriously vanished.

"Could it be a survivor?" A flicker of joy crossed the Saintess's stunningly beautiful face. Unfortunately, from this discarded scroll, she couldn't discern its destination. But it didn't matter. Taking it back to the temple, the elders should have a way to decipher it.

Although they found nothing else, the Saintess was quite satisfied. As long as they found the survivor, they could learn what had happened. This was very important for them, the elves.

The invasion by the alien colonial forces had caused heavy losses to all races. Now, the original balance of power on Hailan Star had been shattered. They urgently needed to know whether the mysterious disappearance of the allied forces was a plot by the humans or the beastmen. This concerned the future direction of the elves.

"Return to the temple."

"Yes."

The elves bowed respectfully and summoned their mounts—birds that resembled cranes but were slightly larger. The Saintess personally safeguarded the scroll. Her breathtakingly beautiful face revealed a trace of determination and resilience. *No matter who the survivor is or where he is, I will definitely find him.*