8mi Chapter 1: Lost One
Chapter 1: Lost One
Chapter 1: Lost OneThe moon hung high. A cab rolled to a stop in front of an old apartment building.
A man stepped out, checking his wallet with a tired but satisfied look.
'It'll be enough for the next few weeks.'
He climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to his room a complete mess. Clothes scattered, dishes piled in the sink, dust thick on the shelves. He barely taken notice of them.
'Bad days are finally over, now I can finally
He knew what this meant.
He was no longer in his world.
He had transmigrated.
Only now did he take in his surroundings.
A battlefield.
Corpses everywhere. Blood pooled beneath bodies, human and beast alike, the stench of death hanging thick in the air. Scavengers feasted on the fallen.
The foul scent hit him hard.
His stomach churned as he wanted to vomit.
"Cough-cough"
His head snapped toward the sound.
A man in late twenties.
His right cheek was marked with an old wound. His eyes are bleeding, yet he stood tall, unfazed, pulling a bloodstained kerchief from his pocket.
Calmly, he wiped the crimson tears from his damaged eyes.
Then, he spoke.
"Never thought I'd take in a disciple one day and certainly not the very person I just killed."