Come morning, Lucien's sleep was brutally severed as he felt his back scraping against stony ground—he was being dragged.
He cracked his eyes open, squinting against the blinding rays filtering through the forest canopy.
Life was utterly unfair. What was he supposed to do? Murdered in real life, then kidnapped in-game. Couldn't he just game in peace?
'I should write a book about my life saga and call it "Let Me Game in Peace." That'd be peak! I wonder if I have any writing talent.'
Lucien continued pondering more trivial and absurd things he'd never had time to consider as the woman dragged him along.
Yesterday's terrain had been smooth, but now the ground was jagged and littered with countless small plants of different varieties. Many clawed at him and his fabric, yet the hanfu tunic—though thin—proved as resilient as Lucien's bones. Both were apparently cut from the same cloth. Or in this case, the same bone!
