Chi-Woo was hit with a sensation he couldn’t put into words. It was as if a rough hale had swept over him and sent him flying all over the place. He felt an urge to vomit when suddenly, the sensation stopped, and he felt his feet touch the ground. Chi-Woo got on one knee with his eyes closed, heaving while the bout of dizziness prevented him from standing properly. When his breathing settled a bit, he felt a wind brush past him.

Chi-Woo’s eyes burst open. “Urgh!” Unable to hold it in any longer, he vomited. An acrid smell swept by. Besides smoke, the smell of rotten flesh and fishy blood assaulted his nose.

“Bleurgh! Bleeeck!” Chi-Woo threw up for a while and barely managed to open his eyes.

[Transportation to the Future (2/3) Completed.]

[Roll the die if you want to return to the present.]

‘Future?’ Chi-Woo blinked hard and slowly raised his head. His face became pale when his eyes soon beheld a scene he couldn’t believe at all. It was a giant pile of ashes—there was no other way to describe it. The world was dark, the sky was crowded with stormy clouds, and the ground was charred. As if all the colors of the world had mixed together and become black, everything was in one color. Chi-Woo couldn’t understand where he was at first....