"Hiss!"
Feeling a splitting headache, the unconscious Sun Yan slowly opened his eyes, only to find the surroundings dim, with only the wall torches providing light.
He pushed himself up and saw he was in a dungeon, with murky, foul-smelling water all over the ground.
The accumulated corpses of mosquitoes and lizards added a pungent stench that hit his nose, making his stomach churn.
Sun Yan instantly became alert, quickly reaching behind him to find that his travel bag had long vanished, leaving only the notebook in his pocket.
"Shit!"
Clutching his head, Sun Yan stood up from the ground, unable to stop himself from cursing.
He quickly recalled the situation before he fainted; the scene of the explosion was still fresh in his mind.
"RPG? The Blood Race here actually used that kind of weapon to attack!"
Sun Yan walked to the edge of the dungeon, peering through the gap in the iron door to see a corridor outside that stretched endlessly.
