"Where am I?"
Qian Cangyi stood outside the tent, facing a forest that filled him with an unexplainable fear.
He didn't even know what he was afraid of, perhaps that was the reason for his fear.
A drop of rain fell on his head.
He looked up at the pitch-black night sky and then used his safety helmet light, but no light source came from his forehead.
"Useless?"
Qian Cangyi's brows furrowed tightly.
Another drop of rain fell.
"Wait..."
Qian Cangyi spread his hand and noticed something different than he had anticipated.
The trajectory of the falling rain was peculiar—it didn't fall straight down, but... it took a "spiral" shape.
Although it was too dark to see clearly, his body could feel the points where the raindrops landed.
All over his body, except for the soles of his feet, he could feel the sensation of rain hitting him from the front, back, and sides.
"Calm down, first figure out where I am? Why am I here?"
