1 Transmigration gone wrong

Rudra was dead,

"So this is what becomes of a person after they die a ball of light"

It was a strange feeling for him as he could see everything around him. It was the fabled 360 degrees eyesight. There were no blind spots in his vision, looking at the ground below him. He could see his body that had frozen to death as well his somewhat cloud-like current appearance.

"Dammit! I can't accept such an unjustly death", he roared in indignation.

He had died on the mighty Himalayas when a fragile ice bridge broke. He fell in the fissures and froze to death.

But what now? he asked himself. Will some kind of reaper come to collect his soul or will a stairway descend from the sky.

He started imagining his ball form jumping up the stairs to reach the heavens. When abruptly he felt a strong suction force pull his soul.

"Ugh!" He felt a severe headache and queasiness. It was like getting seasick. His ears were ringing and he felt sluggish as he finally came to settle his mental state.

Rudra rubbed his glabella while slowly opening his eyes and he was greeted with green. He found himself leaning up against a big tree, in an open field. There was a lot of grass around him with more trees after that. As he was apparently in a clearing with no one around him.

"God damn, what happened...?"

"Wait, what is this..."

He looked at his hands, they looked rough and wrinkly. He then stood up and started feeling up his body, only to realize that he had become an old man.

He started to coughing until there was blood in his palms.

"What the heck? I transmigrated into a nearly dead coot"

He started scanning around the place. Not seeing anyone in the vicinity besides a few hopping bunnies. Though they looked a bit strange with those horns sticking out from their temples.

A herd of cows with golden metallic bodies were grazing on the lush fields.

"D-did I just get sucked away into another world? "

"Argh...."

A sudden jolt of pain attacked his head as a lot of information entered his brain. He suddenly felt a sharp pain. As his temples started throbbing while he collapsed to his knees. Grasping his head as he squirmed around the grassy ground. His legs started twitching around and kicking to random directions as he rolled side to side. While holding his head with both his hands and screaming in pain. He could feel information being injected directly into his brain.

The old man called Rishi Giri was the third elder of a back trodden clan. He had been robbed of his cultivation of Foundation realm by an evil cult. He had reached the end of his life-force and perished under this tree. At that moment Rudra's soul had taken control of this body. But the body was very weak.

"Don't tell me I am going to die again after coming to this fantasy world"