Thanks, That Was Very Comforting

"Ow..."

The moment Lin En regained consciousness, he curled up. He felt as though he had been thrown into an old-fashioned drum washing machine, spun around for three days and nights, then finally hauled out.

His head spun, and his entire skeleton felt ready to fall apart. Every muscle in his hands, feet, shoulders, and back screamed in pain.

With difficulty, he forced his eyelids open and saw a gentle medieval-style room.

There was not the slightest hint of anything modern.

A stone-vaulted ceiling, rough primitive patterns, and blue Ultramarines battle banners hanging overhead.

The windows were tall, narrow, semicircular stained-glass windows. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the colored glass, brilliant and sacred.

The system, which had not come out to chat with him for quite some time, chose that moment to make itself heard. [You're awake.]

That damned system sounded as calm as if he had merely taken an afternoon nap, rather than nearly being slapped to death by a Lord of Change.

"Awake. I feel like I just ate noodles and pecked at rice."

Lin En barely propped himself up and spoke in a half-dead voice.

[...What?] The system did not understand.

"Nothing. An elegant and ancient human childhood meme."

Lin En brushed the system off, painfully turned his neck, and surveyed his surroundings.

He was lying in a room that resembled the residential quarters of a medieval noble's church.

The room was large, its domed ceiling high. The four walls were stone, ancient in atmosphere, with several blue Ultramarines banners hanging above, along with tapestries and wall decorations depicting the Ultramarines' history of war.

A faint incense fragrance lingered in the air. It was not overpowering: pine resin, ebony, and sacred oil.

The bed was not especially wide, but it was very soft. The bedding felt like genuine