439 Average Brown Mouse

H–How did things turn out like this?!

Gu Luoxin, of all people, wanted to know the most. After enduring a tumultuous wave of intense vertigo inside the bus, he woke up to find himself sprawled on the grimy, damp floor where the air was thick with the stench of sewer water. 

He attempted to push himself into a sitting position, only to realize that something was dreadfully wrong with his limbs. His hands seemed to have shrunk to an abnormal size, and his face was so close to the ground that he almost kissed it.

With his heart hammering in his chest, he frantically scrambled to his feet, or what felt like feet, as his body moved with an unsteady gait. As an athletic person possessing a flexible body, never before had Gu Luoxin felt so unstable like this. It was as though he was standing atop of a mad bull, desperately trying to regain his balance as flying knives hurled toward his face.