"Lin Chen, what are you staring at?" The Fatty shoved him. "Hurry up and pack your stuff. We might not even have evening study tonight."
Lin Chen didn’t move. His eyes were fixed on the window. A bolt of lightning suddenly plunged down, pierced the glass, and shot straight toward the space between his brows, trailing blinding white light and a shriek that tore through the air! "Is this... how I die?"
That was Lin Chen’s last thought before he lost consciousness. He didn’t know how long had passed when he woke to a bone-chilling cold.
He looked around. The unfamiliar surroundings, the enormous plants, and the faint roars in the distance that sounded like nothing alive on Earth all told him an absurd yet unavoidable truth: he might have transmigrated.
