The delicacies of the heavens begin with obtaining gem meat.

Jiang Yan stared solemnly at the light gate floating in the center of the living room.

It all started the day before.

He woke up as usual in the early morning, but the next moment countless streams of information forced their way into his mind, giving him a splitting headache.

Once the excruciating pain subsided, clear passages of text were imprinted deep within his consciousness.

[The House of Myriad Realms: This house can randomly connect to myriad realms. Once the host enters a connected world and stays for a specified period, they can permanently anchor to that world's coordinates and freely travel back and forth.]

[Warning: Traveling between worlds carries a risk of death. If the host perishes in another world, it constitutes true death.]

[Note: If you do not reconnect to the world within three days, the coordinates will be automatically lost, and the next reconnection time is unknown.]

[Current Status: Connected to an unknown world; the gate to that world has been opened.]

A few words were enough to leave Jiang Yan stunned for a good half hour.

After regaining his senses, he subconsciously looked around. The familiar old house was still furnished as before—the wooden table with peeling paint, the bamboo basket in the corner, and the old locust tree outside the window that he had seen since he was a child.

But when he pushed open the door and stepped outside, a strong sense of unease instantly enveloped him.

Gone are the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking in my rural hometown, gone is the earthy fragrance of the fields. In their place come the constant honking of cars and rows of Japanese-style buildings lining the streets.

The Japanese hiragana on the road sign was clearly visible, and on the huge GG sign on the tall building in the distance were the faces of celebrities he had never seen before.

What shocked Jiang Yan even more was that his two-story tile-roofed house with a small courtyard seemed to have been carefully "embedded" into this urban architectural complex, blending seamlessly with the surrounding apartment buildings without the slightest incongruity.

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"Not my hometown..."

Jiang Yan muttered to himself, unconsciously taking two steps forward, listening to the conversations of passersby.

Jiang Yan found it amazing that he could understand every single word of the Japanese language.

I took out my phone; the signal was full, but the map app showed my location as Tokyo.

He actually crossed the border and came to Japan.

Jiang Yan's feelings were extremely complicated.

He was tired of the concrete jungle of the city and the exploitation of the 996 work schedule, so he resigned and returned to his rural hometown, wanting to live a few days of leisurely life working from sunrise to sunset.

But now, he has not only returned to the city, but has also come directly to a foreign country.

This sense of absurdity made Jiang Yan even doubt that he was dreaming.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he spent half a day wandering around the neighborhood.

The rice balls in the convenience store, the crowds in the subway station, the torii gate at the shrine entrance... everything felt terrifyingly real.

As evening fell, Jiang Yan returned to the house, his gaze once again falling on the gate of light, or rather, the gate to the world.

Jiang Yan did not go in immediately.

The fear of the unknown is far more daunting than an unfamiliar city.

No one knew what awaited him behind the door.

Is it a paradise paved with gold, or a purgatory fraught with danger?

Moreover, he still remembered the previous warning: if you die in another world, you really die.

He needs time to think and time to prepare.

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Jiang Yan barely slept that night.

I dug out an old backpack from home and stuffed it with everything I might need.

A gleaming kitchen knife, several packets of compressed biscuits, plenty of drinking water, salt, and a small alcohol stove and lighter.

Jiang Yan wasn't a desperate man, but he understood that opportunity often comes with risk.

The three-day deadline is fast approaching. If we miss this opportunity, who knows when we'll have another chance like this?

Moreover, behind that door lies the infinite possibilities of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window and fell upon the portal, Jiang Yan took a deep breath, the hesitation in his eyes completely vanishing, leaving only resolute determination.

"I've made the bet."

Gripping the kitchen knife and slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Jiang Yan stepped into the shimmering silver gate.

There was no tearing sensation as I had imagined, nor the dizziness of time travel; there was only a slight feeling of weightlessness, as if I had missed a step on the stairs.

The next second, Jiang Yan's feet landed on a soft ground.

The sight before him caused Jiang Yan's pupils to shrink sharply.

The 'ground' beneath our feet is made up of countless thick red and yellow cylinders intersecting each other.

Looking up, he saw that the area he was in was enveloped by an arc-shaped pink 'wall'.

In addition, there are many pink trees that look like Christmas trees growing on the ground.

A strange, sweet, fishy smell filled the air; it wasn't unpleasant.

"What kind of place is this?"

Jiang Yan murmured to himself, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

He instinctively gripped the kitchen knife tighter and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

Just then, a rustling sound came from afar.

Jiang Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a brown object moving rapidly toward him.

As the distance closed, the object's full appearance gradually became clear.

A monster about three meters tall, covered with countless thin, brown tentacles.

It had no face, only two large, bloodshot eyes that stared intently at him, their gaze filled with naked malice.

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"A tentacle monster?"

Jiang Yan felt a chill run down his spine, a cold sensation shooting from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

However, the appearance of this thing seemed strangely familiar to him, but Jiang Yan had no mind to recall it at the moment.

After realizing what was happening, he turned and ran.

They didn't even dare to turn around, only hearing a 'pattering' sound behind them, clearly indicating that the monster was hot on their heels.

Fortunately, the tentacle monster wasn't very fast, barely keeping up with Jiang Yan who was running at full speed.

Jiang Yan ran for his life, his lungs felt like they were about to explode, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yan arrived at the edge of the pink wall and discovered a hole. Without hesitation, Jiang Yan ran straight in.

After running for a while, Jiang Yan found that the tentacle monster had stopped outside the cave entrance, its two eyes fixed on him, but it did not take another step forward, only letting out low roars.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan's heart finally settled down, and he collapsed to the ground, his back soaked with cold sweat.

After a while, he leaned against the wall to stand up and began to observe the situation inside the 'passage'.

The environment here is even more eerie than outside.

The floor and walls are all a uniform light red color, with a smooth and elastic surface. If you press it lightly with your hand, it will dent and then slowly bounce back.

It has a delicate, warm texture, and feels like meat.

Jiang Yan's heart began to race again, and an absurd yet perfectly reasonable thought surfaced in his mind.

"Could it be... that I'm currently inside some enormous monster?"

This idea made Jiang Yan's hair stand on end, but his deep-seated curiosity drove him to make a bold move.

He raised the kitchen knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and stabbed it fiercely into the wall.

The blade sank easily into the pale red 'wall', without any blood flowing out, only a faint, sweet, and metallic scent emanating from it.

Jiang Yan flipped his wrist and cut off a palm-sized piece of 'flesh'.

The meat chunks were heavy and a tender, light red color.