Rowan's eyes fluttered open inside a familiar, exquisite bedroom.
His gaze met the familiar ceiling—white, spotless, and perfectly crafted. The smooth surface gleamed under the soft glow of the chandelier, its delicate patterns etched with subtle elegance.
It was the kind of ceiling that spoke of wealth and refinement, a finishing touch befitting the bedroom of someone who had everything.
Rowan's eyes furrowed. 'I did not die? What is happening to me?'
He slowly lifted himself from the bed.
The exquisite and spacious structure of the bedroom lay bare before his eyes. Polished walls, fine furniture, and golden trims whispered of wealth.
In the far corner, an expensive gaming setup stood proudly—massive screens, sleek consoles, and a glowing chair fit for a king.
'My room before I was transmigrated into Emperor's Domain,' he recognized it easily.
