Hell.
Wenzhi was starting to accept that this was hell.
Of all the worlds he could have ended up in… why this one?
He could've landed in some peaceful slice-of-life. Or one of those Alpha–Omega settings, though, yeah, absolutely not as an Omega. Those guys had it worse than civilians here.
Alpha, maybe.
He would be comfortable, privileged and alive.
But no.
He had to end up here. In this broken, collapsing, monster-infested disaster of a world.
And now, he was inside a goddamn rift!
Rifts weren't stable. They weren't predictable.
They were tears in reality, openings into inter dimensions filled with creatures that thrived on destruction, infestation, and flesh.
Only high-ranking Espers entered rifts.
Guides?
Guides stayed out. Because entering a rift as a guide without preparation wasn't bravery, it was suicide.
They needed oxygen support. Specialized injections. Protective gear.
And Wenzhi?
He had none of it planned.
Which meant he was as good as dead.
