Yan Xue slowly opened her eyes.
The world around her was desolate—nothing but endless barren land. Not a single blade of grass grew beneath the cracked earth, and the silence pressed down on her like a heavy weight.
For five long minutes she sat there, dazed and disoriented, before the truth sank in.
She had transmigrated.
Her last memory was of a lightning bolt tearing through the skies of the apocalypse, striking her where she stood. And now… she was here.
Yan Xue's heart tightened. Instinctively, she reached out with her consciousness, checking her Space. Relief flooded her when she saw it was still intact: supplies, seeds, weapons—all safe.
Breathing out, she calmed herself. Whatever this world was, at least she wasn't empty-handed.
Lifting her gaze once more, Yan Xue studied the wasteland stretching endlessly before her. No life. No sound. Only silence.
At last, she rose to her feet.