“This is a bit troublesome. The danger level of this cursed space is likely to have reached ‘Grade A’. Without this kid, we might all be stuck here...”

“Boss, you said there was a ruin beneath the ‘d33 Wasteland’ that even the Wilderness Hunter Guild hasn’t recorded, and this broken manor is actually a rare ‘Grade A cursed space’. Who exactly is this kid, and what’s he doing here?”

“For those big shots in the inner city to exile him and offer a bounty to completely silence him, his identity is definitely not simple. It’s a pity, I was hoping to get some secrets out of this kid’s mouth before killing him, which is why we followed him for so long. I didn’t expect to get into such trouble...”

“Huh… looks like he’s not dead yet.”

........

“Huff… heh…”

His chest heaved violently, as if waking from a drowning nightmare, Suren abruptly opened his eyes.

He gasped for air, the intense feeling of suffocation gradually receding.

His vision gradually focused. This was an unfamiliar room.

“Where is this…”

Suren tried to struggle to sit up, but looking down, he found himself securely bound to a wooden chair, unable to move.

A strong smell of blood filled his nostrils, and a look at his condition revealed it was terrible.

His white linen shirt had multiple bloodstains and open, bleeding wounds. Even more terrifying, his hands were each pinned to the chair arms with sharp daggers, scarlet blood flowing freely.

The intense, piercing pain from his struggles assaulted his nerves like a tidal wave…

“I’ve been kidnapped?”

Without time to think about why he woke up to this scene, Suren’s eyes fell on the two unfriendly-looking guys in the room.

One was a bald, burly man with purple lips and dark circles, wearing smoky eye makeup. The other was a skinny guy with a green mohawk and nose and ear piercings.

Their outfits consisted of black leather jackets and worn leather pants studded with iron nails, making them look like two rabid punk fans.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the weapons they were carrying.

“Guns… is this the mafia?”

Suren thought to himself with slight surprise.

The two guys had large revolvers holstered on their hips, the gun bodies engraved with ancient and mysterious runes.

But what surprised him even more was that the bald, burly man had a strange… mechanical arm attached to his right arm?

This mechanical arm had a strong dark industrial style, with almost all the parts exposed to the air. The white paint on the shoulder was faded, with the letters “dh-031” barely visible. Brass gears, power transmission bearings, mechanical joints, a valve with a dashboard, high-pressure pipes… and black grease smeared on the joints.

The front of the mechanical arm had a fist-sized spiral-patterned muzzle and crosshairs. It looked like this mechanical arm was a handheld, single-soldier cannon.

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

What Suren couldn't understand was that the exhaust pipe of the mechanical arm was sputtering white steam, as if it were a power source?

“This is… steam-powered machinery?”

Suren frowned slightly, feeling like he was seeing something incredible.

In this era, were there still people playing with steam-powered machinery, an antique?

He wasn't so much horrified as puzzled.

Was this a movie shoot?

No!

The intense pain from his hands told Suren that he had indeed been kidnapped!

........

“I remember I clicked on a strange email, everything went black… and then I woke up here?”

Waking up in a strange place, Suren couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, his mind had no memory of being "kidnapped."

Suren felt that something was wrong.

He wanted to find more clues, and his eyes returned to the room.

A dazzling crystal chandelier, exquisitely carved solid wood furniture, gilded metal handles… rows of gold-lettered books neatly arranged on the bookshelf, and a black-and-white family photo on the wall…

The details were full of a strong aristocratic style.

“It looks like a study. From this, I can infer that the house is not small. The retro style of the decoration is very detailed. The owner should be a very particular fan of British retro style, or this is originally some European castle. But in short… they’re especially rich.”

Suren quickly made a guess.

But if they were so rich, why would they kidnap him?

The heart-wrenching pain from the two sharp daggers pinning his hands constantly reminded him that these two guys were definitely vicious kidnappers.

“What do these two guys… want from me?”

Suren’s pupils focused, and he once again looked at the two people in the room.

Whether it was their European faces, their retro equipment, or that steam-powered mechanical arm… everything seemed very strange.

Of course, what was even stranger was that Suren, looking up, saw his reflection in the mirror-like chandelier on the ceiling—the appearance of a brown-haired teenager who was handsome even covered in blood!

“Damn, I… how did I become a foreigner?!”

Suren vaguely guessed that something very strange seemed to have happened to him.

Moreover, when he woke up and opened his eyes just now, he also noticed some strange words on his retina.

He blinked, confirming that it wasn't an illusion.

......

A thought flashed through his mind, and at that moment, a fierce shout pulled Suren back to reality.

“Hey! Kid, I know you’re awake, stop pretending to be stupid!”

The skinny man with the mohawk stared at him fiercely, and shouted again, “I’ll give you one last chance, honestly explain how you know about this ruin, and what you’re doing here, otherwise…”

As he spoke, the guy grabbed the hilt of the dagger piercing Suren’s left hand and twisted it warningly.

“Hiss~”

The bone-chilling pain, like being minced, shot straight to his head. Suren’s forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat, and he gasped sharply.

He immediately understood that these two guys were “interrogating” him, seemingly wanting to know something from his mouth.

Interrogation?

Information?

The words on his retina…

In that instant, a flash of inspiration, the clues in his mind connected.

“These guys don’t want to kidnap me, they kidnapped the ‘original owner’!”

Suren suddenly woke up and roughly guessed his situation.

At this moment, a bold idea popped into his mind: “It seems like… I’ve transmigrated?”

Although this idea was outrageous, it was also the most reasonable explanation.

Whether it was the body of this blond teenager, the two punk-style “kidnappers” in front of him, or the conversation he could understand but didn’t know what language it was, all proved that this was no longer the original world.

As a seasoned web novel enthusiast, transmigration wasn’t something difficult to accept.

After a moment of shock, Suren became even calmer.

Transmigrating only to be screwed over, what kind of terrible start is this?

........

“The last chance? Heh…”

The original owner had already been killed once by these two guys, and Suren wasn’t holding onto any hope.

The two kidnappers were willing to use crippling methods even in interrogation. He had no doubt that after getting the information they wanted, the two would casually kill him as easily as crushing a cockroach.

Looking at the two men's mocking expressions, Suren's eyes gradually turned cold, and he said to himself in his heart, "Killing people again, huh..."

Suren understood that these two guys had been murderous from the start.

Like playing an immersive horror game, he felt a surge of adrenaline from the very beginning.

Death?

Heh, many years ago, I had the awareness to face death.

Due to some special experiences in his childhood, he lacked the ability to manage certain "dangerous personality" traits. At this moment, facing the threat of death, Suren’s body, tense with pain, completely relaxed, as if fear, panic, and all kinds of negative emotions simply did not exist.

Regardless of whether he transmigrated or not, regardless of the situation of the current interrogation...

Suren was very clear that there was only one choice if he wanted to live.

He couldn’t avoid these two kidnappers.

And these two kidnappers posed a very real threat of death to him.

As the thought arose, a suppressed idea in his heart became more and more uncontrollable, and Suren's eyes gradually became more violent.

“So, all that’s left is… for you to die!”

In the next moment, the corners of his mouth curled into a crazy arc, and there was no longer any fear of death on his face.

On the contrary… he was faintly excited.

As if, a different personality had taken over!