All Mixed Together

"Hmm, a familiar smell—well, at least a familiar flavor."

To normal people, this might have looked like a blood-red world.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air. Everything in sight was crimson, and the ground felt strangely sticky beneath their feet.

The earth seemed to have a structure like flesh and tissue, but when picked up and held, it turned into sand that slipped through their fingers.

This was the result of an alien realm, but in Lu PingAn's eyes, it was the result of two worlds eroding into each other.

"What is that smell?"

Behind him, an examinee was vomiting. The scent of alien erosion mixed with blood made the newcomer sick, and the ground was already covered in vomit.

Lu PingAn dry-heaved twice, bending over and pretending to be unwell, though inwardly, he could not help feeling disappointed.

Having experienced a true otherworld—the feeling of an entire world rejecting you, of being utterly out of place with everything—this half-and-half world before him was simply far too gentle.

But he could not stand out too much right now. After all, he was only "a college student barely at the second rank."

He looked cautiously back and forth, his color-contact-covered eyes striving to appear confused. In truth, he did not need to pretend at all.

The unfortunate people near the same entrance—one trembling all over as he struggled to adapt, the other vomiting his guts out—had no time to look at anyone else.

"Tch, putting on a show for the blind."

The real blind man pursed his lips, then pretended to struggle for a moment before taking the initiative to approach the rookie who was still holding on.

As for the one vomiting everywhere? Lu PingAn could not be bothered to approach him. Being filthy was one