When Chen Xuan opened his eyes, there was a huge stone tablet in front of him, with four characters engraved on it - "Prehistoric World".
He was stunned for three seconds.
A second ago, he was staring at the Excel spreadsheet at his workstation, working overtime for seventy-two consecutive hours, and finally finished revising the 372nd version of Party A's father's plan. Then his vision went dark, and then...
"Did I... Die suddenly?"
Chen Xuan lowered his head and looked at himself - he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with straw sandals on his feet, and a broken gourd on his waist. He looked like a poor monk who had just crawled out of a ravine.
"Ding - it is detected that the host has died and reborn, the [Rule Simulator] is being bound... The binding is successful."
