Todos los capítulos de After transmigrating into the flood apocalypse: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Jax closed his hand around my wrist, and I understood that I was about to be thrown away. "Not leave," he said gently. "But Transfer." I had never heard that word used about a person. It sounded like something you did with a bag of coins. The bond tore. It felt like a hook pulled out from behind my ribs, dragging something warm out of my chest. For ninety days, a silver thread had lived there, and every morning I had woken to it humming like a small, steady heartbeat. It went taut and thin… before it snapped, I screamed and went down on one knee in the freezing sea. All around the last terrace of the Dragon Spire, the world was ending. The Flood had come to the mountains. The Imperial Palace was a drowned crown. The great beast markets, the Academy towers, the golden temples of the Hundred Cradles, all of it lay beneath a grey, heaving ocean that stretched from one horizon to the other. Only the highest peaks were left, and the water was climbing them. Long, pale shapes slid ben

"Is she dead?""Don't be rude. She's breathing.""She was breathing yesterday too, look how that ended.""I think she’s waking up."I opened my eyes slowly, and found myself looking at a ceiling I did not recognize, and then at a very small round and fluffy puppy.The puppy was sitting on my chest. It was golden and white, no bigger than a loaf of bread, with enormous, serious brown eyes. It looked at me, tilted its head, and said, in a voice like a tiny, anxious aunt, "You look terrible."I screamed.The puppy yelped and tumbled backward off my chest. Something behind it squawked. Something else hissed. I sat bolt upright in a narrow wooden bed, my heart hammering, and the whole room came into focus at once.It was a small room with a slanted ceiling, painted a pale, chalky blue. There was a washstand, a wooden wardrobe, a round window that let in a stripe of morning light. And on every flat surface, there were animals.There was a grey kitten on the windowsill. A fat green lizard on

I had written eighty-seven chapters of The Great flood apocalypse, and in none of them had a peacock ever spoken to anyone. "You are not Nora," the chick said again, in the narrow side chamber where Elder Hugh had dragged me away from the staring crowd. "Her soul is gone. I felt it leave. Who are you?" I sat down heavily on a stone bench with the chick cupped in my hands. My heart was pounding. I should say that, before this, I had managed to watch Daisy's choosing. It had been the last thing I saw before the elder hauled me out by the elbow, and I had seen it with only half my mind, but I would remember it for the rest of my life. When the crystal had gone white, the whole hall had turned to stare at me, and Daisy had stepped forward for her own turn, pale with fury. And a small black snake with a bandaged tail had slid out of its basket in the third row, flowed across the marble in a glossy ribbon, passed straight by Daisy's feet, and then, with perfect clarity, turned around