'Third life!' Chu Bamboo opened his eyes again, his expression blank.
'Just getting pinned to the ground by a spear shouldn't have killed me with my constitution! So, did the spear have some other effect? Was it coated in poison? Or contamination? It was probably contamination! An absurdly high level of it, too... Was I turning into a monster at the end?'
Chu Bamboo was actually a little grateful now. In the Dream World timeline, turning into a twisted monster counted as a death and triggered a reset... Otherwise, things would have been really troublesome.
'But this is ridiculous! What is up with this wasteland? Why are there so many monsters?'
Chu Bamboo frantically ran his hands through his hair, unable to accept or understand the situation.
