Chapter 1

"This is going to be a bit of a problem. The danger level of this cursed space is likely to be 'A-grade.' Without this kid, we might end up meeting our end here..."

"Boss, it's one thing that you said there's an unrecorded ruin underground in the 'D33 Wasteland,' but this dilapidated manor turns out to be a rare 'A-grade cursed space.' Who is this kid, and why did he come here?"

"Being exiled from the inner city by those big shots and having a bounty on his head for a complete elimination, his identity is definitely not simple. Unfortunately, I was hoping to get some secrets out of him before killing him, which is why I followed him for so long. I didn't expect to run into trouble..."

"Huh... he doesn't seem to be dead yet."

.......

"Breath... heave..."

His chest heaved violently, as if he had just woken from a nightmare of drowning. Su Lun suddenly opened his eyes.

He gasped for air in large gulps, the intense feeling of suffocation gradually subsiding.

His vision focused, and he found himself in an unfamiliar room.

"Where am I..."

Su Lun tried to struggle to his feet but noticed he was tightly bound to a wooden chair, unable to move.

A strong smell of blood filled his nostrils, and his condition was dire.

His white linen shirt was stained with blood, and there were several open wounds. More terrifyingly, his hands were pinned to the armrests of the chair by two sharp daggers, with crimson blood trickling down.

The intense pain from his struggles surged through his nerves like a tidal wave...

"Am I kidnapped?"

Before he could think more about why he woke up in this situation, Su Lun's gaze fell on the two menacing figures in the room.

One was a muscular bald man with purple lips and black eye circles, wearing a smoky makeup. The other was a thin man with a green mohawk, nose ring, and ear piercings.

They wore black leather jackets and old leather pants, studded with iron nails, giving them the appearance of punk enthusiasts.

Of course, the most striking feature was the weapons they carried.

"Gun... are they gangsters?"

Su Lun's eyes narrowed slightly.

Both men had large revolvers holstered at their waists, with ancient and intricate inscriptions on the gun bodies.

What puzzled him even more was that the bald man's right arm was fitted with a strange... mechanical arm?

This mechanical arm exuded a strong dark industrial style, with almost all parts exposed to the air. The white paint on the shoulder was already blurred, with the words "DH-031" barely visible. Brass gears, power transmission bearings, mechanical joints, pressure valves with gauges, high-pressure tubes... and the joints were smeared with black lubricating oil.

At the front of the mechanical arm was a fist-sized spiral-barreled cannon and a crosshair sight. It looked like a handheld single-person artillery piece.

Of course, these metal parts were also inscribed with complex runes.

What Su Lun found most incomprehensible was that the exhaust pipe of the mechanical arm was emitting white steam, seemingly a power source?

"Is this... a steam-powered machine?"

Su Lun's brow furrowed, feeling he had encountered something incredible.

In this era, who still plays with steam machinery, an antique?

He felt more puzzled than frightened.

Is it a movie?

No!

The intense pain from his hands told Su Lun that he was indeed kidnapped!

.......

"I remember I clicked on a strange email, and then everything went black... and when I woke up, I was here?"

Su Lun, waking up in an unfamiliar place, had no clue what was happening.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, his mind had no memory of the "kidnapping" process.

Su Lun felt something was off.

He wanted to find more clues and his gaze fell back on the room.

The dazzling crystal chandelier, intricately carved solid wood furniture, gilded metal handles... the bookshelves were neatly lined with gold-embossed books, and there was a black-and-white family photo on the wall...

Every detail exuded a strong noble style.

"Looks like a study. From this, I can infer that the house is quite large. The retro style is very detailed, so the owner must be a very particular enthusiast of British retro style, or this could be an old European castle. But in any case... very wealthy."

Su Lun quickly made a guess.

But if they are so wealthy, why kidnap me?

The excruciating pain from the daggers piercing his hands constantly reminded him that these two men were ruthless kidnappers.

"What do these two want from me?"

Su Lun's pupils focused, and his gaze fell on the two men in the room again.

Whether it was their European faces, the retro equipment they wore, or the steam-powered mechanical arm... everything seemed strange.

Of course, even stranger was that when Su Lun looked up at the glossy ceiling, he saw his own reflection—a brown-haired boy who was still handsome despite the blood on his face!

"Damn, I... how did I become a foreigner?!"

Su Lun vaguely guessed that something very strange had happened to him.

Moreover, when he opened his eyes upon waking, he noticed some strange text on his retinas.

He blinked to confirm it wasn't an illusion.

.......

His thoughts flashed, and at that moment, a fierce roar pulled him back to reality.

"Hey! Kid, I know you're awake, don't play dumb!"

The thin man with the mohawk glared at him and shouted, "This is your last chance. Tell us how you found this ruin and why you came here, or else..."

As he spoke, he grabbed the handle of the dagger piercing Su Lun's left hand and twisted it menacingly.

"Ouch~"

The excruciating pain shot through his head, and Su Lun's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat as he sharply inhaled.

He immediately understood that these two men were "interrogating" him, trying to get information out of him.

Interrogation?

Information?

The text on his retinas...

In that instant, a flash of insight connected the dots in his mind.

"These guys aren't kidnapping me, but the 'original owner'!"

Su Lun suddenly realized and had a rough idea of his situation.

At that moment, a bold idea popped into his head: "I seem to have... traveled through time?"

Although the idea was absurd, it was the most reasonable explanation.

Whether it was his blonde-haired body, the two punk-style "kidnappers," or the language he could understand but didn't know, all proved that this was no longer his original world.

As a seasoned web novel enthusiast, time travel wasn't hard to accept.

After a moment of shock, Su Lun became even calmer.

Traveling through time and facing this kind of start? What a ridiculous beginning!

.......

"Last chance? Ha ha..."

The original owner had already been killed by these two men once, and Su Lun had no illusions.

These two kidnappers would use any means necessary during the interrogation, and he had no doubt they would dispose of him like a cockroach once they got the information they wanted.

He looked at the two men with a mocking expression, his gaze gradually turning cold, and he muttered to himself, "Going to kill again, huh..."

Su Lun understood that these two men had already decided to kill him.

It was like playing an immersive horror game, and from the start, he felt the adrenaline rush of tension.

Death?

Ha ha, many years ago, I already had the resolve to face death.

Due to certain special experiences in his childhood, he lacked the ability to manage certain "dangerous personality traits." At this moment, facing the threat of death, Su Lun's tense body relaxed completely, as if fear, panic, and other negative emotions did not exist.

Regardless of whether he had traveled through time or what the current interrogation was about...

Su Lun knew that to survive, he had only one choice.

He couldn't avoid these two kidnappers.

And these two kidnappers posed a real threat to his life.

As this thought arose, a suppressed idea in his mind grew uncontrollably, and Su Lun's eyes became increasingly fierce.

"So, it can only be... you die!"

In the next moment, a疯狂的弧度扬起在嘴角，脸上再没有半点对死亡的畏惧。

反而...隐隐兴奋了起来。

仿佛，换了一种人格！