As soon as he opened his eyes, Li Ang knew he had completed the teleportation.
It was pitch black in front of him, his hands and feet tightly bound at his sides, a taut belt around his waist, and something half-buckled over his mouth like a respirator—
The respirator wasn't tightly secured. Judging from the feedback of the airflow and his body's sensory reaction to gravity,
he seemed to be lying in a mummy coffin-shaped container, in a position leaning back at 30°, with his hands and feet tightly wedged in, unable to move.
A hibernation pod for space travel?
Or a cryogenic life-support device from a radiated wasteland setting?
Li Ang's thoughts churned; he opened the player panel, and the inventory and skill bar hadn't turned black—everything was normal.
If that's the case, then...
Li Ang easily freed his arms from the container slots, reaching forward, touching a cold and heavy metal plate with his palm.
Click.
