It was that familiar feeling of "teleportation."
That familiar sensation of weightlessness, of falling.
And of having no control, no say over what happened.
Sorry, but I get a little motion sick!
Every time he used a Teleportation Magic Circle, he experienced something like motion sickness: nausea, dizziness, the urge to vomit.
Strangely enough, though, the discomfort was not intense.
It was more like... a physiological reminder telling him, "You're doing something that defies the natural order right now."
Uncomfortable or not, so be it!
A lot of things seemed to work that way.
Keep doing them, and you got used to them.
So if I keep getting dizzy, I'll probably get used to that too, right?
Hmm... makes sense.
"Whew-"
When his feet touched solid ground again, Cui Ciyou let out a long breath.
He was like someone who had held his breath underwater for ages and finally surfaced.
Before him was a dim room.
The air carried a heavy smell of mold, mingled with the dry scent peculiar to dust.
His keen senses picked up the tiny particles drifting into his nostrils.
Everything in sight was covered in a thick layer of dust, its colors dulled and its outlines blurred.
The walls were rough rock, the floor uneven dirt and stone, and a heap of unidentifiable clutter sat in one corner.
It was practically a ruin-no, it was a ruin.
"Tch." Cui Ciyou clicked his tongue despite himself.
He was starting to regret this.
Had I known, I should have insisted on going to the previous teleportation ruins. Those led straight to Old Kishirisu City on the Demon Continent.
At least the destination would have been clear, and the surroundings relatively familiar.
As for this place, where did that Armored Dragon King fellow send me?
The dust filling