Time Traveler

On the day of the launch of Battle Online's European server.

The night in the bustling City of Fog was unusually deserted.

Below the hazy streetlight, a teenager was lying still on the ground. A coin-sized wound was still visible at the back of his head, with droplets of blood on the ground that was still wet.

"Ow…"

At that moment, the teenager opened his eyes. He subconsciously propped himself up, feeling a sense of pain from the back of his head.

He reached his hand out to touch it and immediately noticed that his hand was covered in blood.

"Where am I?"

Reinhardt instantly felt that something was wrong. He clearly remembered that he was discussing the counterattack plan on Beiqi with his friends from the guild. So why was he lying in the street now?

"Huh?"

He then realized that the jacket he was wearing was the one that he had already thrown away a long time ago. Why was it on him now?