I opened my eyes, a splitting headache tearing through my skull. Passing out at a bar last night left me with a truly lethal hangover. As I rubbed my temples, something felt terribly wrong—the bed was as hard as a slab of stone, and instead of my usual down duvet, I was covered by a rough burlap blanket.
"What the hell? Where is this?" I bolted upright and looked around.
It was a dilapidated wooden hut. Several gleaming swords and sabers hung on the walls, and a few wooden dummy posts were piled in the corner. I looked down and saw, to my utter astonishment, that I was dressed in ancient-style robes, with a wooden plaque tucked into my belt bearing the bold characters: "Tianxia Guild, Ding Division".
Chapter 113