Click.
Gilan fell into a patch of golden flowers.
Breathing in the strange fragrance permeating the air, he raised his head and looked ahead.
Beyond flowerbeds of red, blue, yellow, and gray, a mountain stood in the distance.
Gray mist drifted around its summit, with a brilliant golden halo behind it, making the sight seem dreamlike and unreal.
The sky reflected a black sea, and the surroundings were dim.
"Mahaber..."
Gilan whispered, struggling to rise from the ground.
He lowered his head and looked at his lower body again. Where his legs should have been, only the empty, disheveled trouser legs remained.
For some reason, Gilan thought back to the beginning of his transmigration, when he had been shot in the leg and collapsed in that cold prison cell.
He grinned and tried to use "Quick Movement" to teleport to the mountaintop, only to discover that Mahaber seemed to possess some mysterious power that restricted the use of his Origin Substance abilities.
Left with no choice, Gilan used both hands and slowly crawled forward through the flowers.
The sea of flowers swayed, rustling softly.
His tiny figure was like a lone skiff, moving through the sea of flowers toward the mountain.
A long time passed like this.
The mountain remained far away, while Gilan felt fatigue for the first time in a long while.
"I've come this far. I can't give up."
He drew a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and swung his arms as he crawled forward with all his strength.
A long time passed again.
Gilan felt both arms grow sore, numb, and swollen. He was drenched in sweat, panting heavily.
At last, he climbed onto the mountain.
There, Gilan saw a wondrous sight he had never witnessed in his life—
The rugged mountain path was a deep