The moment the dimensional rift closed, a severe dizziness flooded Lin Zhou's consciousness like a tide. He wanted to raise his hand to rub his aching temples, but found that his arm was bent at an inhuman angle, with silver-black armor covering his skin, and the claws popping out of his knuckles drew three sparks on the ground - this was not his body.
"Tiga Universe, Earth, 1996."
A cold voice sounded directly in his mind, without any emotion, but it made Lin Zhou's soul tremble. He recognized the owner of the voice - the Ultra Dark Killer, a monster formed from the resentment of the universe. He was sharing the same body with him at the moment, or in other words, his consciousness was tightly grasped by this monster.
