Entering the World Arc

Chapter 1: A Frightful Night After Drinking

Deep City, 2:30 a.m.

Megan Brooks had just finished a tough social engagement and was driving home.

As a modern white-collar beauty—young, attractive, with her own car and apartment, orphaned, and working as a pharmaceutical sales rep, a job both dangerous and challenging—she was bound to attract wolves.

Take tonight, for example. If she hadn’t kept her cool and sharp wits, noticing something off about the drink handed to her by the lecherous Director Clark, and then discreetly swapping it with Boss Harris’s, she’d probably have been devoured by wolves by now—and maybe not just one!

Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on Megan Brooks’s slightly flushed face. As people say: if you look like a bun, can you blame the dogs for following?

During the day, Shennan Avenue in Deep City is packed and noisy, but now it was rather deserted. Occasionally, a car or two sped past hers. The slight buzz from the alcohol made her press the gas pedal a bit harder, and her speed shot up to eighty kilometers per hour!

The night wind rushed in through the window, refreshing her a little. She took a deep breath and was about to turn on the radio when, out of nowhere, a man suddenly appeared in the middle of the road ahead!

He appeared so abruptly—who would expect someone to be wandering in the middle of the road at this hour?

At that very moment, headlights from cars behind and to the sides flashed toward her. Megan Brooks didn’t even dare to swerve, instinctively slamming on the brakes.

In that split second, she saw clearly: the man’s face was utterly bewildered, as if sleepwalking, standing there dazed. Even as her car sped toward him, he didn’t dodge or even show the slightest intention of moving.

Suicidal?

If you want to die, don’t drag me into it! That was Megan Brooks’s last thought before hitting him!

“Screech—” The tires screeched harshly against the pavement, but it was too late. Megan Brooks’s car hadn’t fully stopped and slammed right into the man.

With a dull “thud!”, the man was knocked three meters in front of the car, then lay there motionless.

“It’s over, it’s over, I hit someone, I killed someone!” Megan Brooks’s face turned deathly pale with fear, completely at a loss for what to do.

After a long while, Megan Brooks finally mustered the courage to get out of the car, stumbling over to the man, hesitantly reaching out with a trembling hand to check if he was breathing!

To her relief, she felt a faint breath. Clutching her chest, she muttered, “Thank goodness, thank goodness, heaven is watching, the Bodhisattva is protecting me—he’s not dead, he’s not dead!”

She checked the man up and down, growing more and more puzzled. He’d been thrown so far by the car, yet had no visible injuries, not even a tear in his clothes—just a bit of dust!

His outfit made her even more curious. He was dressed in a strange, old-fashioned costume, with hair so long it could wrap around his neck several times, and, most ridiculously, it was braided like a woman’s!

Did this guy just sneak out of a period drama set? Or did he sneak in from Thailand? Megan Brooks couldn’t figure it out. But looking closer, she had to admit—this man was really handsome. Even with his eyes closed and face a bit pale, his extraordinary aura and striking features made her heart race the more she looked.

Oh, come on, at a time like this, and I’m still daydreaming? Megan Brooks scolded herself, then shook the man’s arm. “Sir, sir, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She shook and called him, almost ready to kick him with her high heels, but the man still didn’t respond. Now Megan Brooks was truly at a loss.

What should she do? Just leave him here, pretend nothing happened, and drive away? She couldn’t bring herself to be that irresponsible. What if he wasn’t dead and got run over by another car? Wouldn’t that make her a real killer?

Or should she take him to the hospital? That was even worse—she’d had a drink before driving. She wasn’t drunk, but it still counted as dangerous driving. Now she’d hit someone. If the traffic police caught her, losing her license and having her car impounded would be the least of her worries. If things went badly, she could end up in jail. Amitabha!