Section 1904: First Arrival

A faint, elegant fragrance drifted into Popota's nose.

Fragrance? Where is this fragrance coming from?

Popota opened his eyes in confusion. The moment he did, light entered his eyes, reflecting a vast blue sky in his light brown eyes.

Popota propped himself up on the ground and stood.

He found himself standing on a balcony, the railing covered with green vines, and small, pale purple flowers blooming on the vines, from which the fragrance emanated.

Popota raised his head in confusion and looked beyond the railing, seeing a series of overlapping buildings.

Heights intertwined, light and shadow shifting.

It was like a city... No, it was a city!

Where is this place? Where is this city? Why did he appear here?

Most importantly, Popota looked down at his own body, intact, without even a crack on the skin. His hands and feet were also normal, no protruding lumps, no oozing green liquid, as if restored to the time before his mutation.