consciousness came back in a rush of pain. Li Hua blinked, trying to push herself up, only to find her head spinning like she’d just gone ten rounds with a feather duster. She groaned, her muscles aching all over, as if she’d been used as a human pin cushion.

"Ah, hell..." she muttered, her voice hoarse. Where the hell was she? The last thing she remembered was watching her favorite drama series late at night, snacking on potato chips and sipping bubble tea. Now, she was lying on a cold, hard stone floor in what looked like a dungeon.

Li Hua pushed herself to her feet, wincing as every muscle protested. She took a look around and was immediately greeted with the sight of thick stone walls, flickering torches, and the faint smell of damp earth and decay. This was definitely not the cozy apartment she was used to.

"Where am I?" she asked aloud, her voice echoing in the small room. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a man in dark armor stepped in. He had a stern face and looked like he could snap her in half with just a flick of his wrist.