"Whoa, what the hell? Where is this?"
"Where's that dog-coin?"
"Fuck!"
Fan Jian crawled out of bed, clutching his stomach as he cursed furiously: "What the hell is this supposed to mean? So what if I'm bad? You're not even letting people say it?"
"This is fucking ridiculous. I'm completely convinced—there's no way not to be!"
"I finally get it. This is what they mean by 'online, I invade your jungle; offline, you invade my neighborhood.' Fuck!"
"Damn, this really is getting screwed by a dog."
Fan Jian was genuinely depressed.
Wasn't it just a few games? Wasn't it just because he was a 'gaming addict' with godlike skills, crushing the opposing team and making their jungler finish the match at 0–20? Then how the hell had that guy found his neighborhood, only to stab him viciously in the stomach the moment he opened his door?!
He had been completely dumbfounded on the spot. He had even passed out, for crying out loud!
"But speaking of which, where is this?"
"This doesn't look like a hospital either!"
The surroundings were completely unfamiliar, and the buildings were filled with an antique charm... Well, that was the high-EQ way of putting it. The low-EQ way was that they were shabby and run-down.
Half the entire room was even made of stone walls, as if a room had been partitioned off inside a cave.
And the bed he had just been sleeping on creaked and groaned, as though it might collapse at any moment.
"Wait."
"Transmigration?"
Fan Jian's eyes suddenly widened. He was stunned.
As a gaming addict, he was by no means unfamiliar with the 'theoretical knowledge' of transmigration. In fact, he could even be called extremely familiar with it.
But when this kind of thing really happened to him, who wouldn't