"Ugh!!!"
Duke gagged and suddenly sprang up from the bed, falling directly onto the floor. With his mouth wide open, he continuously dry-heaved, tears squeezing out from the corners of his eyes.
"What is that smell? It's so effing disgusting!"
"Ugh!!!"
Duke dry-heaved again, patting his chest. The taste that suddenly exploded in his mouth was like spoiled, sour milk poured into a toilet, then scooped out and forcibly poured down his throat.
It was as if a stinky rag was held over his face, shaking his head madly.
As he continuously dry-heaved, his eyes blinked ceaselessly, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his face.
"Rinse, rinse, I need to rinse my mouth quickly!"
Duke stood up and subconsciously walked towards his desk, but his face slowly turned to terror as his eyes blinked repeatedly, realizing this was not his room.
Facing him was a square stained-glass window. Below the window was a desk full of drafts. To the right of the desk was a bed, with a thin blanket half-covering it.
To the right of the window was a workbench, with a tool rack full of tools hanging above it, and several draft papers below. In front of the workbench, a somewhat old high stool stood there.
Beside the workbench was a wooden box, full of messy semi-finished products or parts, and behind him was a door with a calendar hanging on it.
"This is definitely not my room, absolutely not..."
Duke took two steps back, swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing once. He glanced at the window, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, and cautiously approached the window, opened it, and looked out.
A cool breeze blew in through the window, and the noisy sounds of people surged into the narrow little room. Looking down from above, a crowded street was packed with pedestrians and vendors.
The buildings on both sides of the street were constructed entirely from limestone ashlar and chamfered timber, adorned everywhere with bronze finishes, leaded glass windows, and brass eaves.
Sunlight fell from the sky onto the street, reflecting a dazzling glow.
The street was bustling with people, well-dressed and respectable pedestrians coming and going.
As all of this flooded Duke's vision, he felt waves of dizziness wash over him, his heart beating faster and faster, with a buzzing sound in his ears.
Duke instinctively leaned back, his hands pressed against the windowsill, terrified by the unfamiliar yet real scene before his eyes.
His blood pressure surged, his heart rate accelerated, and the noisy sounds from the street were almost like bombs exploding in his head, making him feel on the verge of fainting.
At the same time, a strange and vast memory exploded in his mind. Struck by this memory, Duke's body swayed precariously, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold on.
A moment later, the wobbly Duke pulled over a high stool in front of the workbench and sat down directly, his hands propped on the table in front of him, his index fingers rubbing his temples, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
Before long, Duke, with a wry smile, spun the high stool, looked around the room, and murmured to himself, "I can't believe I transmigrated. I should have known not to stay up late making parts!"
Duke, familiar with the desk, opened it and took out a mirror. Inside the desk, there was also a monocular telescope and scattered coins.
In the mirror, Duke had black hair and black eyes, sharp brows, and eyes as dark as obsidian. His handsome face carried a hint of youthful innocence.
"My appearance hasn't changed much, which is at least one good thing!"
Duke put down the mirror and began to sort through his memories. His original body's name was also Duke, just like him. He was an orphan from Zaun, currently working as an apprentice at the Colin Workshop in Piltover, residing in the attic on the third floor of the Colin Workshop.
His goal was to create a two-way communicator, sell it for a good price, and ideally marry Orianna, the daughter of Mr. Colin, the Master of the Colin Workshop, to establish his own family.
However, unfortunately, days of high-intensity work overwhelmed him, leading to his sudden death in his sleep.
And then this outsider soul benefited!
"The original body was really unlucky, he also worked himself to death from staying up late, just like me!"
"But I've come to Piltover. I just don't know which Piltover it is—the one from the background story, or... the one from the newly released Arcane."
Duke picked up a coin and played with it, looking out the window, slowly sorting through the memories he had gained. In his previous life, he was a handicraft enthusiast. He usually took on orders to make cosplay props for Cosplayers.
An old customer of his wanted to cosplay Jinx from the League, and commissioned him to make a fishbones for Jinx, the kind with a rotating barrel and sound and light effects. As a result, after high-intensity work, he collapsed and ended up here.
"Last life, I was doing handicrafts in front of my lathe and milling machine. This life, I transmigrated, and I still can't escape the lathe and milling machine."
Duke put his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling, his eyes a little lost.
Boom!!
A huge explosion came from outside the window, making his body tremble. He quickly looked out the window. The top floor of a building in a distant block was now enveloped in thick smoke, with Fire light piercing through the smoke, looking incredibly tragic.
"Why did it suddenly explode?"
Duke picked up the monocular telescope from his desk drawer and lay on the desk, looking at the building emitting thick smoke. At this moment, several figures entered his sight.
Enforcers in blue uniforms were waving their batons, chasing four young people—two males and two females. The males were one fat and one thin, while the females were one tall and one short.
"That's strange..."
Feeling a strong sense of familiarity with the two girls, Duke slightly adjusted the magnification of the telescope in his hand, closely following those figures.
The four figures entered Duke's block, allowing him to see them more clearly.
Of the two girls, one had pink hair and the other had blue hair. When the blue-haired one turned back in a hurry, Duke saw the pink eyes.
Duke stared intently at the four figures, his hands bulging with veins from the excessive force, until the four figures disappeared at the end of the street. Only then did Duke slowly lower the telescope.
"Building explosion, Piltover Enforcers, Undercity thieves, blue hair, pink eyes..." Duke leaned back, sat on his long bench, and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"This is actually the Arcane World line, which means I transmigrated to the very beginning of the Arcane plot?"
Duke's expression was uncertain. He had some understanding of the LOL background story, and because of his love for handicrafts, he paid even more attention to the Twin Cities' background story.
"This is going to be troublesome..."
Host has understood the current World line. The System has been activated, and the Newbie Gift Pack (Newbie Gift Pack) has been issued.
[The Pay-to-Win Pool has been activated. Enjoy your use!]
Two lines of subtitles flashed across Duke's eyes. He paused, then tentatively asked, "Activate system panel?"
A very simple panel unfolded before him, recording only some brief identity information. Besides that, there was a character slot, but it was empty and all gray.
Additionally, in the upper right corner of the panel, a blue and red air-drop gift package was pulsing, seemingly urging Duke to open it.
"Open Newbie Gift Pack."
As Duke spoke tentatively, a burst of colorful confetti exploded before his eyes. As the confetti fell, a man with a golden-red armor standing behind him and a small mustache on his lip winked at him.
[Obtained S-Rank Character Template: Iron Man Tony Stark]
[S-Rank Character Template has been loaded into the character slot. Talents are being written. Please wait…]
Two lines of subtitles floated past Duke's eyes. At the same moment, a stream of fine data light screens swept across Duke's vision. He felt as if he had instantly become disconnected from the entire World.
Whispers echoed in his ears, these sounds pouring into him all the knowledge, both known and unknown, in the World.
After some time, Duke's eyeballs shifted slightly, and then he let out a long breath of turbid air.
"I didn't expect it to be Iron Man…"
Duke, standing up from the stool, paced back and forth in the room, his excitement and agitation impossible to hide.
"In the Arcane World, drawing the Iron Man character template is simply incredibly lucky!!"
"Hex Crystal, Hextech, Chem-Tech, Shimmer…"
"These things are nothing compared to Iron Man's talent and ingenuity!!!!"