Feng Shang put down his Personal terminal and sighed at the sky. "No way am I this unlucky. How could I run into this? Brother Lu, you've got terrible luck."
Since ancient times, few people swallowed by storms had ever made it back alive. Of course, some did survive, but each had a different story. Some said they had fallen into a bottomless abyss, others into a sealed space, a forest, or even a golden sea. When asked how they had returned, none of them knew. It was as if those memories had been erased.
Over time, however, many people noticed a common thread: everyone who came back alive was a good person.
There was no way to define what made someone good, but all those who emerged from a storm alive were kindhearted and had almost never killed anyone.
That didn't mean every good person could make it out alive, but everyone who did was good.
Lu Yin didn't consider himself a good person, so he tried every way he could to escape the storm. In the end, he was swallowed all the same.
When he woke, all he could see was forest—not a forest of towering trees, but one made up entirely of short trees about two meters tall.
He had never seen a forest like this before. Rubbing his head, he thought, I was careless. Ever since he had made a name for himself across the universe, he had lost the cautiousness he'd once had. Back then, he wouldn't have taken this route even with a one-in-a-billion chance of encountering a storm. Still, at least he was alive.
He looked around again. Everything was silent. Far away, light shone down from above. He couldn't tell whether he was looking at the sky or the universe, because it