The water in the bath swirled.
Han Dong had thought he would go directly to the hidden church entrance in London.
Little did he know, things were not that simple.
As his body was slowly absorbed by the whirlpool, he experienced an intense "sense of space compression" affecting his entire body.
This was different from usual spatial transmission.
This time it felt like passing through a black hole channel, with all his internal organs squeezed together, relying solely on his body trunk for support.
The space shuttle continued for a full half hour.
Just when Han Dong felt his whole body had been compressed into strips of flesh and was about to suffocate,
gurgle~ a series of bubbles rose from the bottom of the bathtub.
Cough, cough, cough!
Violent coughing sounds came from the same bathroom.
Along with bouts of coughing, his body slowly returned to its original form.
Han Dong found himself still sitting in the bathtub, not at the church entrance as he had anticipated.
