Imperial Capital Royal Platform

Her eyes slowly opened.

"How... did I end up here?"

While Tomie had been unconscious, all her memories had been transmitted to her brain through the blood fetus and seamlessly integrated. She stared at the nicely furnished little room before her, where a set of newly bought winter underclothes had been neatly folded beside her pillow.

Tomie rose from the bed and looked at the tattered red clothes she was wearing. She could no longer remember anything that had happened from the pyramid until now.

However, Zhang Chen's scent lingered in the air, on the bedding, and on her clothes, gradually calming Tomie's heart.

Tomie did not particularly care. She took off her damaged red clothes, still stained with dirt and dust, and stepped barefoot across the carpet with her exquisitely curved body into the bathroom. The perfectly warm water washed away the mud on her body, but as she rubbed herself with body wash, she suddenly felt tens of thousands of resentful souls screaming within her.

"My body... How did I kill people again? I clearly promised Zhang Chen!"

Knock, knock, knock! At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Naturally, it was Zhang Chen. He had sensed a change in Tomie's aura within and determined that she had awakened. Otherwise, he would have directly entered the room using his spatial ability.

A short while later, the door opened.

Tomie's glistening body leaned against the side of the doorway. Crystal-clear droplets still clung to her skin, sliding quickly and slowly along the contours of her body.

"You... Hurry up and put some clothes on first!"

One should not look at what one ought not see. Zhang Chen swiftly averted his gaze and pulled the door shut, lest any guests passing through the corridor catch sight of her.

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