Ha!
Pain and weakness suddenly surged through Chiba amid the blinding light. With a cry, he abruptly sat up.
"Huff... huff..."
As pain and weakness intertwined, Chiba, now sitting upright, panted heavily. A swollen, aching soreness gradually emerged throughout his body. In that instant, all the pain, exhaustion, even the waves of ringing in his ears that had vanished or gone unfelt echoed through his mind once more... All the negative sensations from his injuries came flooding back at once. Other than his ragged breathing, his mind was instantly filled with those unpleasant sensations, nearly blank of anything else.
Where is this...
As he gradually adjusted to the sudden discomfort, the blur before his eyes slowly cleared, and he gradually became able to think again.
Did I transmigrate again?
Then, as his ability to think returned and he took in the scene before him, Chiba's brows, already tightly furrowed from the pain and discomfort, knitted even further. That was the first thought that came to him.
At that moment, he was inside a house. From within, its four walls were mottled and worn. The floor was laid with rough gray tiles, and an air of decay struck him head-on. Above was a thatched roof. An iron wire hung down from a beam to the center of the room, with a kettle suspended from its end. Beneath the kettle was a fire pit sunken one level below the tiled floor. The entire house appeared to be built in a Japanese style, though its construction was exceptionally crude. One could easily imagine the hardship of those who lived here.
At a glance, it truly could be described as a home with nothing in its four walls.
A new world? But although this dwelling was so dilapidated that it could not even compare