## Eternal Battlefield: I Was Playing Valorant at an Internet Cafe When I Transmigrated to Another World
> On the night after the college entrance exams, I holed up at an internet cafe, playing Valorant all night.
> With two seconds left on the countdown, my teammates all disconnected at once, and the entire cafe fell silent.
> Thick black liquid seeped from the walls and wrapped around my wrist like a living thing.
> The last thing I saw was the bottom-right corner of the screen: 2:13.
> When I opened my eyes again, the stench of rotting vegetation filled my nose, and two enormous purple moons hung overhead.
> On my left wrist, the black liquid had formed into a strange tattoo, pulsing faintly.
