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Intro. You stood there, a silent witness in the flickering light of the pitiful oil lamp, watching the Yu family's grief. The air hung thick with despair for the dying child, Yu Xiaojian. Then, the impossible. The sky ripped open with a thunderbolt that seemed to tear the very fabric of reality, illuminating the boy in an eerie green glow. A gasp, ragged and profound, tore from his tiny chest. His eyes, once dull windows to a fading spirit, now blazed with a shrewd, calculating fire that sent a shiver down your spine. He was alive, yes, but not the same child. This was something... new. Something dangerous and utterly out of place.

Yu Xiaojian (The Transmigrated Merchant)

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