When Lan Mu regained consciousness, his body was weaker than ever before.
The last thing he remembered was the instant he entered Zero Point, when all information about him had been destroyed at the source.
Yet he could still think of "I," which meant he still existed.
His first reaction was joy, because at least he had "survived."
Lan Mu opened his eyes. He was sprawled on the ground, and even standing up was incredibly difficult.
"The street... where is this?"
Lan Mu narrowed his eyes. For the first time, he found the air especially irritating. The light and dust in the air made him feel as though he were facing a sandstorm beneath a blazing sun.
The world was filled with afterimages. His chest felt tight, as though he were suffocating. Lan Mu had no idea what kind of damned air he had inhaled, but it felt as if he were about to choke to death.
"Are you okay?"
A teenager walked over. Seeing Lan Mu's pale face and half-prone body on the ground, he asked with concern.
"This air... cough, urgh..."
Lan Mu took another breath, and his vision immediately blurred. It took him a long while to steady himself.
"Where is this?"
The teenager helped Lan Mu up and said, "I don't know. I'm from out of town. This is my first time in Jiujiang."
Lan Mu froze, then looked the teenager over. "Jiujiang?"
"What? You don't know?" The teenager found that strange.
Lan Mu had been to Jiujiang before. He had come to this city when he was hunting down the holder of that virus development software.
Several decades had passed since then, and Earth's cities had long since changed beyond recognition.
Yet looking at the street before him, Lan Mu could still match it to