Dull, painful, dizzy.
These were Lin Yu’s most immediate sensations, his thoughts like a puddle of glue spilled on the ground, murky and viscous.
Only the image of a woman’s face was etched into his nonexistent retina, stained with black and red, slowly dripping down, soaking that pale visage.
A maddening, incomprehensible murmur rang in his ears, tormenting his fragile nerves.
Am I dead?
But why could he still feel pain after death?
Or had he already become one of those monsters in the classroom?
Fear, unwillingness, anger—various complex emotions surged within him.
Open your eyes, open your eyes!
If his mouth could still move, he’d curse that woman, who seemed to be the culprit, a couple more times.
Lin Yu had always been a fighter.
The chaotic thoughts slightly dispelled his fear of the unknown.
While continuing to curse inwardly, he tried to sense if he could feel his body.
It seemed… it seemed he could open his eyes?
Lin Yu struggled to lift his eyelids, and through the half-squinted slit, he saw boundless darkness.
The fear of the unknown turned into tangible panic, hammering at his heart—thump, thump, thump.
Was this the world after death?
Hell?
No, he didn’t belong there—maybe the road to the underworld?
When nervous, Lin Yu tended to jest inwardly, a way to distract himself.
He turned his head.
Though it was pitch black, he could still sense, with his most basic instincts, that one of his hands lay flat beside him.
He’d been sliced into who-knows-how-many pieces, impossible to reassemble even for a LEGO master in ten days or half a month—so what was happening now?
Lin Yu tried to lift his arm but couldn’t muster any strength, weaker than a newborn baby, without even the energy to cry.
Damn, had he woken up as Lin Daiyu?
Lin Yu let out a breath, deciding to stay still for a while, waiting to regain some strength before trying again.
During this time, his mind raced with thoughts, mostly about how to deal with that woman if he encountered her again after getting up.
The darkness stretched time endlessly; he didn’t know how long had passed—maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour.
Feeling ready, Lin Yu gathered his strength, pushed from his shoulder blades, and finally lifted his arm.
“Phew…”
He exhaled slowly, propped himself up on his arm, shifted his body, and, like a giant worm, wriggled to sit upright.
“Ha… ha…”
Such a simple action exhausted all of Lin Yu’s strength.
But he was overjoyed.
No matter what, he was alive, and his body was intact!
As the joy of surviving faded, Lin Yu, now in control of his body again, began to observe his surroundings.
The space was dark, without a single light source, but it didn’t seem like the wilderness or some strange dimension.
The reason was…
He pressed his hand to his side, feeling a soft texture, more comfortable than the bed he usually slept on.
His hand moved upward, touching fine, fluffy fabric.
Someone had even covered him with a blanket.
After experiencing “death,” this felt incredibly bizarre.
Lin Yu even wondered if everything he’d gone through was just an absurd nightmare, and now he’d woken up, lying on his soft bed.
But clearly, his room wouldn’t be without even an open window.
That wasn’t a dream, and this wasn’t either.
Feeling slightly dejected, Lin Yu didn’t let it stop him.
He lifted the blanket off himself, raised his hand, and first touched his face.
Good, these are my eyes.
Yes, this is my nose.
OK, my mouth’s fine too.
But why was his hair so long, and his face so… small?
A sense of unease crept up again.
Lin Yu suppressed the anxiety in his heart.
The priority was to check if his body was intact; other issues could wait.
He carefully touched his neck, the image of that “twisted” female classmate leaving a deep psychological scar.
Neck, no problem.
Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, then patted his shoulders and moved his arms.
He’d regained much of his strength, and such movements were no longer difficult.
Things were heading in a good direction.
All good, arms and shoulders are fine.
Chest, no problem, quite firm.
Hm?
Chest… firm???
???
Wait, did something go wrong when they put him back together?
Did they add something extra?
Lin Yu lowered his head, staring blankly downward, but the darkness revealed nothing.
He swallowed hard.
Despite having regained his strength, his raised hands trembled slightly.
Let me see…
Damn it, he could actually feel something!
Calm, stay calm.
He worked out regularly, and for a fitness-loving guy, having developed pecs was normal, right?
Only then did Lin Yu notice he was wearing a high-collared garment, with only a small patch of skin exposed below his neck, even his collarbone fully covered.
“Phew.”
Lin Yu exhaled again, summoning the same resolve as when he’d swung the chair at the eyeless woman.
With a do-or-die attitude, he raised his hand and touched the collar.
“…”
Why was the collar decorated with lace?!
He gritted his teeth, tugged at the lace-edged collar with his left hand, and slid his right hand along his collarbone.
Soft…
Let’s try pinching…
“Hiss!”
It hurts!!!
Holy crap, was this actually part of his body?!
The shock hit Lin Yu like a tidal wave, leaving him dizzy with disbelief.
He snapped back, gritted his teeth, and, with a surge of determination, tossed the blanket piled on his legs aside, reaching down.
Tap here, touch there…
He’d just been “all good” a moment ago, but now, it was just OK.
So it really followed the principle of equivalent exchange—gain something, lose something, huh?!
Damn it!!!
The memory of death, an unfamiliar room, a woman’s body—these three things combined led Lin Yu to a realization.
He had transmigrated, and he’d transmigrated wrong!
Lin Yu couldn’t quite describe his feelings—bittersweet, to say the least.
After a moment of silence, she raised a hand to rub her temple.
Putting aside whether she could accept being a girl, if this was transmigration, where were the original owner’s memories?
She didn’t even know “her” own name.
If she met someone who knew her, wouldn’t she be exposed immediately?
Would she have to pretend to have amnesia?
And what had happened to her original world?
Why had the classroom undergone such a bizarre change?
Who was that woman?
If the anomaly spread beyond the school, would her family be affected?
Lin Yu’s heart slowly sank.