Inside a basement.
It was gloomy and terrifying.
The lighting was dim.
This place never saw sunlight year-round, and the air was thick with the smell of dampness and mold.
Ghost followed the Black-Clothed Man here.
The leader of the Black-Clothed Men walked toward Ghost. She removed her mask, revealing a resolute and beautiful face.
She was, astonishingly, another beautiful woman.
Ghost's heart skipped a beat.
He did not know what was wrong with him. He had clearly never felt anything toward humans before.
Male or female, in his eyes, they had been nothing more than ordinary masses of protein.
"Are you all right, Ghost? We have been monitoring your condition." The leader's voice carried concern, along with a trace of gentleness and tenderness.
Ghost did not understand why. What was different about him?
Well, he counted as a Transmigrator.
His rational mind was rapidly analyzing the current situation according to his old habits.
But he knew one thing: these Black-Clothed Men were also rebels against the existing order.
And they were his saviors as well.
He nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you for saving me. Can you tell me who you are?"
"Come with me. You will know soon enough."
The leader then pressed a brick in the basement wall.
A doorway appeared.
A beam of light suddenly shone into the dark, damp basement.
This basement actually led to another place.
It was a hidden space beneath the basement.
Ghost looked up and saw that it was filled with all kinds of high-tech equipment and weapons.
"So you actually possess such advanced technology." At a glance, Ghost could tell that their technology was comparable to that of his world, perhaps even more advanced.
It seemed these rebels were all Awakened Ones. They, too, refused to continue living in ignorance.