I've transmigrated?
After a brief moment of stupor, Huai Shi pressed his aching forehead, only to touch a Helmet.
He instinctively raised his hand to check the instrument on his wrist. After several confirmations that there were no Curses nearby, he finally took off his Helmet, breathing deeply the not-exactly-fresh air.
The scent of decay and dust was familiar, just like the smell inside any old house. Huai Shi knew this odor all too well.
The surroundings appeared to be a lavish room in some villa, with delicate furnishings and luxurious decor—a complete change of scenery from the back of the truck.
Calm down, Huai Shi.
He scratched his head, subconsciously flipping through the Book of Fate, trying to organize his thoughts. There was no record in the Book of Fate... which meant he was still in Hell.
He hadn't left the Town of Dusk!
So, considering his previous memories...
This was inside that palace-like structure!
