Chu Sheng opened his eyes.
A deafening roar, like a tractor, rumbled incessantly.
"What the fuck, construction on a weekend... Do they have any public decency?!"
He cursed subconsciously.
The moment the words left his mouth, he suddenly froze, realizing something was wrong.
That sound...
Chu Sheng leaped out of bed and looked down at his hands.
Fair and slender—they were human hands.
Not even bothering with shoes, he ran barefoot into the bathroom.
In the vanity mirror above the sink, the face of a handsome high school boy, around seventeen or eighteen, was clearly reflected.
His features were refined, with a hint of grogginess from just waking up.
Chu Sheng's eyes widened in disbelief.
'Wait... what is happening to me?'
'Didn't I turn into a mosquito?'
'And become the Contracted Beast of the reincarnated Empress, Gu Yuexi?'
'I got the protagonist's script, got a system, and went on a killing spree.'
'How did I end up back here just from absorbing a false god?'
