“Ugh… where am I?” Lin Yu shot upright in bed, his head throbbing with pain. The unfamiliar carved bed and antiquated furnishings left him completely bewildered. Before he could collect himself, memories flooded back: he had actually transmigrated into an obscure minor official in Chaoge City.
“Investiture of the Gods? Isn’t that from mythology? How did I get mixed up in this?” Lin Yu was both shocked and terrified. He knew how dangerous the world of Investiture of the Gods was: gods, demons, schemes, and power struggles lurked everywhere, and one careless step could doom him forever. But since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. At least he knew his history and had a head full of modern knowledge. Maybe he could find a way to survive in this chaotic age.
