When Jiang Jiamian opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a bed in a dark room. Judging by the feel beneath him, he quickly determined that it was a modern mattress.
This was clearly another world, one set in the modern era.
The room was pitch-black. There wasn't even a visible window… or perhaps there was one, but he couldn't be sure.
He couldn't tell whether it was day or night.
The only thing he could sense clearly was the rich aroma of braised beef noodle soup lingering heavily in the air.
After a brief pause, Jiang Jiamian began organizing the original plot of this world along with the original owner's memories. Once he had a rough grasp, he sat up and reached instinctively toward a familiar spot.
Click!
The light came on.
Jiang Jiamian looked around. The room wasn't small, but the clutter made it feel cramped, messy, and barely livable. His brows furrowed at once.
