1 Where?

Bleurgh!

A foul yet reminiscent taste of stomach acid drenched the porcelain tiles, splattering over the elegant patterns of lilies with crimson blood as if it was painted using a white canvas. With his head against the wall, Lin Fan felt an abnormal piercing pain throughout his brain as he continued to regurgitate eyeballs all over the now yellowish-green tiles.

Lin Fan stood there dazed with his thoughts muddled.

What was going on?

Wasn't he just sleeping?

Wait.

Eyeballs?

Staring back at the grotesque eyes staring back at him, Lin Fan stifled the urge to vomit once again, his socks had already changed color!

Wiping the remnants of what used to be in his stomach off his lips, he bent down and started to observe the orbs of flesh.

'They' started to contract as Lin Fan reached over, with veins growing larger and larger before another piercing pain shot throughout his head once more!

"Argh!"

Grabbing his head in pain as he was knocked down on his back, Lin Fan screamed in pain for the next five seconds it finally stopped.

Bewildered, he took the moment to look at the fancy mounted ceiling lights.

'Where... am I?'

Just ask he was observing his surroundings, a gray fog entered the room. As it entered, the eyeballs on adjacent to it started rolling away— as if it was running away.

However, the fog quickly converged on the eyeballs, obscuring them from Lin Fan. Small rumblings could be heard within it.

After what was probably a tumble, the fog 'calmed' down before flying to Lin Fan, morphing itself into the shape of a hand as it's index finger reached out to the perplexed man on the floor before it.

The eyeballs were now gone, in its place was merely dust that assimilated into the air.

Without knowing why a part of him urged him to respond to the fog's action.

"Alright."

Trusting his instincts, Lin Fan reached out as well, their index fingers touching before the fog seemingly 'flowed' inside of his finger and into the rest of his body.

A clear yet transparent prompt appeared in his vision. Reading it, his brows raised in confusion.

[Beginning Memory Assimilation.]

"What?"

And with that, Lin Fan fell back onto the floor as years of foreign memories jammed itself into his head!

Rolling back and forth on the ground without restraint, soiling the rest of his clothes with his vomit and blood, Lin Fan yelled in pain relentlessly.

Memories of another person overlapped with that of his, creating uncertainty about who he really is.

It was as if he had an intense migraine stacked on top of another and another, like a deck of cards that even death appeared to be a better option than to endure this!

Before he knew it, Lin Fan was already unconscious.