Starting Out with an Infinite Skill Tree!

Ch. 1



Chapter 1. A 900-Foot Free Fall!

The world was a blinding white.

That was because his eyes had opened—he only knew it was sunlight because of the long-forgotten burning sensation on his retinas.

And as his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, the scene before him…

Like a body waking from a long stupor, Xixiang Yan finally came to his senses and realized one thing.

He was—in midair.

“Ugh—Aaaaahhhhhh!?” From a cramped, dimly lit room, he had suddenly arrived in an open, endless space.

Feeling the roaring wind rushing past him, seeing the white clouds drifting before his eyes…

What truly made him scream, though, was the endless green mountains, the clear streams, and the lad some 900 feet below his feet.

Not far from the stream, he could even see a vast golden wheat field and a sea of colorful flowers.

But there was no time to admire such beauty.

Confronted with this bizarre scene, desperate to grasp what was happening, Yan’s mind raced as if overheating, and he shouted:

“Wha…what the hell is this—!!”

Suddenly, Yan’s body plummeted straight down toward the green mountains below.

‘I’m going to die.’

That thought flashed through his mind with certainty. He tried to scream again but found his mouth sealed by the rushing wind; no sound came out—he could only cry out inwardly.

‘I don’t even know what’s going on.’

‘I was supposed to be taking a nap at home… but when I woke up, I was in the sky, falling at full speed toward the ground!?’

Yan’s brain spun rapidly as he quickly understood his current situation.

Faced with this “certain death,” he felt his heart sink into despair. 'No hope! Just wait to die! Goodbye, world!'

Just as he was about to resign himself to his fate, Yan’s eyes suddenly widened.

“!?”

“Eh?!” A gust of wind… lifted his body.

An illusion? No, that wasn’t it—

There really was wind…!

Whoosh!!! There was no time for him to think. Although the wind lessened part of the impact from his fall, it wasn’t enough to stop him completely.

Eyes wide and body trembling, his heart pounded wildly as his body, wrapped in that wind, crashed into a stream.

Splash!!

Water sprayed up several meters high.

On the riverbank, a man who had redirected Yan’s fall into the water finally exhaled in relief.

—Then his expression tightened.

‘I have to save him right away.’

With that thought, the man jumped straight into the river without hesitation.

“Ugh…”

—Where is this?

Dragged from the river, Yan managed to pry his eyes open in the last flicker of consciousness.

He saw the broad back of a silver-haired man.

“I’m…saved?” Holding onto that final image in his mind, Yan slipped back into unconsciousness.

…………

Early morning, a warm beam of sunlight slanted through the window and fell upon the bed.

Yan slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

As he moved, a faint soreness spread through his body, making him frown.

“……” Yan turned his head toward the sunlight outside the window.

His gaze swept over the houses—structures built in an architectural style completely different from anything in his memories.

And then he saw them: villagers with pure white hair that shimmered silver under the light. His mind finally sharpened.

“So it’s true—I really did transmigrate!”

It had been seven days since he was rescued and brought here to recover. More than half that time, he’d spent unconscious.

Even with only a few days of observation since waking, he had already noticed several “abnormalities.”

As much as he wanted to fool himself into believing this was still Earth…

Nowhere on Earth would you find a village where everyone had silver hair and red eyes.

That was the first anomaly.

And then—

‘The language here… it’s not Chinese, not English… not even anything I’ve ever heard before.’

(Author’s note: The protagonist can understand and communicate with them—an explanation will come later.)

‘The houses are strange too. The furniture is covered with these little chibi-faced wooden jars, like offerings for some ritual. They don’t look scary at all—actually, they’re kind of cute… but still—’

‘No normal person would line a cabinet with dozens of carved figurines. What is this, an otaku’s collection of figures?’

‘And the most crucial part—my body shrank…’ Yan lowered his head to check.

Thankfully, it was only smaller; he hadn't changed gender.

Still, with even his body reduced, transmigration didn’t sound that far-fetched anymore!

Looking at his now slender, pale arms, Yan sank into thought.

About ten years old, maybe…

What a terrible start! Though maybe he should be glad he hadn’t turned into a helpless infant.

“Yan, breakfast is ready!” a middle-aged man’s voice suddenly called from downstairs.

“I’ll be right down, Uncle Clovis!” Yan replied, then put on the “new clothes” laid out by his bedside.

He first washed up using the world’s “special toiletries,” cleaning his mouth and face.

Then he headed downstairs.

At the dining table sat a beautiful couple and a cute little girl waiting for him.

“Big bro-ther!” A soft, sweet voice full of delight rang in Yan’s ears.

The silver-haired, red-eyed girl, her hair tied with a bright red ribbon, beamed at him with a smile as warm as the morning sun.

Her large, sparkling eyes fixed on him, twinkling like little stars.

So it really is transmigration…

In his original world, there were no girls this delicate and charming—she looked as if she had stepped straight out of an anime illustration.

“…Good morning, Giselle.” Yan returned her smile gently.

He couldn’t help feeling fondness toward this adorable five-year-old girl.

Even though she always pronounced “brother” as “bro-ther,”

With such a pure, innocent, and sweet voice… wasn’t that just another “moe point”?

“Does it still hurt, Yan? I was going to let you sleep a bit longer, but if you skip breakfast, your injuries will take longer to heal,” said a handsome, silver-haired, red-eyed man warmly.

This was Baird Clovis—the very man who had saved Yan with magic by the riverside. Just an ordinary villager of the town.

Beside him sat his wife, Helen Baird, a gentle beauty with silver hair tied into a side ponytail.

Back then, when he saw Yan falling from such a height, Baird had nearly panicked.

Luckily, he had reacted quickly—otherwise Yan would have died the very moment he arrived in this world.

“Thanks to your healing magic, Uncle, I feel almost completely recovered… A couple more days and I should be good as new.”

“Hahaha! That’s great news! Come, sit down!” Baird laughed heartily and gestured to the empty seat across from him.

After thanking him, Yan sat down—only to notice a pair of bright eyes locked onto him.

“Giselle, is something wrong?” he asked softly.

“Big b–bwother, hug!”

The little girl lifted her tiny arms expectantly.

The couple exchanged knowing smiles but said nothing.

Though they hadn’t known Yan for long, their impression of him was positive—he seemed like a kindhearted boy.

So when Giselle showed him affection, they didn’t mind in the slightest.

In fact, they were happy.

After all, the scene looked just like what they had always dreamed of: a warm family of four, sharing breakfast together.


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