It felt like it had been ages since Amon had gone unconscious. He couldn't sleep anymore, after all. Even when he was reduced to only his left arm by Zhang Daofeng, he was still roughly aware of what was going on. This time, it was nothing.
When he could think again, he wondered if he had died. He couldn't open his eyes or move his body. Everything was dark and silent. The next thing he wondered was whether he would be transmigrated again if he had indeed died. Perhaps his transmigration was not because of a vague, bullshit creator. Perhaps it was because he had a secret power of getting transmigrated into a different world every time he died.
