Transcending Boundaries: Journey to the Infinite

Untitled Part 2

The Vanishing Subconscious

The rain intensified.

Raindrops beat incessantly on the plaster ceiling of the warehouse, producing a dense and chaotic chorus of noise.

Through a basin-sized hole at the edge of the roof, rainwater cascaded in without hindrance, turning the accumulated dust on the ground into thick, black mud.

Swish, swish—

The sound of dragging footsteps echoed within the warehouse.

Yang Chu, dragging his injured left leg, struggled to move beneath the leaking hole in the ceiling. He tilted his head back, opening his mouth.

Cold rainwater splashed onto his face, flowing down into his mouth.

For several minutes, the figure continued to drink the rainwater, then, like a robot, slowly turned his neck to survey his surroundings.

"I'm in an abandoned, cluttered warehouse."

Yang Chu turned his head back, gazing at the broken-jawed body lying on the filthy ground.

"This man was the one I killed in a counterattack when I suddenly sensed a mortal danger..."

His voice suddenly halted. With some difficulty, he lowered his head to look at his legs.

Beneath the dirty jeans was a pair of old, mud-soaked sneakers.

"My kick just now caused ligament tears and sprains, along with some soft tissue contusions on the instep and toes. I should be thankful I wore sneakers; otherwise, my foot bones would have definitely fractured in several places."

Yang Chu, feeling the pain signals relayed back from his nervous system, quickly drew a conclusion.

At that moment, his consciousness couldn't focus on coherent thought. He only remembered waking up inexplicably in this newly deceased body.

After a moment of recollection, he vaguely recalled the conversations he'd heard earlier.

"Three people—there were three voices I heard before. Judging from their conversation and the scene here, I must have gotten caught up in something and was brought to this warehouse. That means this body is likely in trouble, and someone might come back soon. For my own safety, I must leave here quickly... ugh..."

Yang Chu, considering his precarious situation, was formulating a plan when his body suddenly gave out, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Moments later—

"Ahh—"

A cry echoed out.

Yang Chu's eyes snapped open, bloodshot and filled with a strange intensity. Suddenly, as if he were a balloon being inflated, he sprang up from the ground.

His face and skin turned a bizarre shade of red, his muscles swelling, making his entire body seem larger.

The frantic pounding of his heart, loud enough to drown out even the heavy rain.

"My heart's beating too fast."

Sensing his body's abnormal state, Yang Chu quickly began taking deep breaths, his chest and abdomen heaving wildly as he tried to regain control.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Gradually, the blood-red hue on his skin faded, his swollen muscles relaxed, and his breathing slowed down.

After a long while, Yang Chu opened his eyes again, exhaling a long breath.

"Restarting a body that has completely shut down is no easy task."