Wilderness at the End of the World
Chapter One: A Bloody Transmigration into a Primitive World
The smell of disinfectant still lingered in his nose when Lin Mo's eyes snapped open. A sharp pain in his chest made him double over. He remembered locking the roller shutter of Mo's Outdoor Gear Shop. Then a sharp object had pierced his back, and warm blood had soaked through his shirt.
The knife stabbed him ten times, each blow precisely missing vital organs while inflicting unbearable pain. As he fell onto the cold concrete, he clung desperately to the attacker's trouser leg. The man wore a faded windbreaker and had a strange smile on his face. His words stabbed into Lin Mo's mind like icicles: “I'm from the future. We need your help, so I came especially to bring you over.”
“Bring your ass!” Lin Mo tried to shout, but only a rasping wheeze came from his throat. He had been the military district's wilderness survival champion for three years running, and could take down three special forces soldiers in hand-to-hand combat. And now he was going to die in some back alley?
A violent dizziness swept over him. In the last moment before his vision was swallowed by crimson, he saw the attacker pull out a silver metal device and press its button.
“Ding! Host consciousness stable. Wilderness God System binding in progress... 10%... 50%... 100%. Binding successful!”
As the mechanical voice thundered through his mind, Lin Mo was lying on a pile of damp moss. He sat bolt upright. The wound in his chest had vanished, leaving only a lingering ache to remind him that this wasn't a dream. Sunlight filtered through layer upon layer of leaves, casting shifting shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the musty stench of rotting leaves and soil.
This wasn't anywhere he recognized
