A Future of Wind and Snow

The dream held only black, white, and gray...

In the young transmigrator's dream, he saw many half-bodied wandering ghosts and wild spirits wreathed in Black Qi approaching him, only to be blocked by an umbrella. After howling and shrieking, they vanished into ash. The oil-paper umbrella was exquisitely made, bringing with it a sense of warmth.

A crack appeared in the darkness, revealing light. His eyes slowly opened as he woke.

The river beside him babbled, and a wild donkey in the distant herd stared at him. The young transmigrator felt the warmth of sunlight and confirmed that he was not dead yet. Heh heh, so that mysterious beauty really had been a dream?

Shaking his head with a bitter smile, he prepared to get up and continue on his way. That saying had been right—No Man's Land did not particularly care for him.

Suddenly, his hand grabbed something strange!

"Hm? What is this?"

He was actually clutching...

an oil-paper umbrella that only existed in ancient times? Its craftsmanship was exquisite. For an instant, the young man felt that he was still trapped in an illusion and had not truly awakened. His freshly awakened mind instantly became a tangled mess, and he sat by the river in a daze.

Smack!

His cheek burned with pain. This did not feel like an illusion or a dream.

The wild donkey nearby looked at the young man as though he were mentally ill, shook its long face, and turned to leave.

"I wasn't dreaming?"

He turned to look at his bicycle and saw that the charging cable he had previously coiled up was hanging loose. Someone had touched it! He then felt the oil-paper umbrella in his hand again, confirming that it really was not a dream. Suddenly, he recalled all sorts of