Eu tenho um corredor de coleção de demônios

When Chu Chen woke up, he felt nothing but pain racking his entire body. He slowly opened his eyes, his face filled with confusion.

In his bid to secure a permanent position as a police officer, he had been chasing a drug dealer and leaped after him from an unfinished bridge, losing consciousness upon impact. Why, then, had he woken up inside a cave?

Strange, unfamiliar memories suddenly flooded his mind—mountain demons, priests, human sacrifices... As an avid reader of web novels, Chu Chen knew exactly what this meant.

He had transmigrated.

"Save me! Help! Ah!" A blood-curdling shriek echoed from deep within the cave, followed immediately by the sickening crunch of breaking bones.

Startled, Chu Chen scrambled to his feet and bolted. But after only a few steps, he stumbled and fell flat on his face. Pushing himself up, he looked back to find a thumb-thick iron chain shackled to his ankle.

Following the chain to its other end, he saw it was deeply anchored into the sheer rock wall of the cave. Unwilling to meet an early grave right after transmigrating, Chu Chen grabbed the chain with both hands. Pressing his feet against the cliff face to keep his body parallel to the ground, he strained with all his might to wrench the anchor from the rock.

"Ahhh!"

But exerting such absolute strength only lasted for a few seconds before his muscles went limp, and he tumbled back to the ground. Chu Chen lay flat on his back, his chest heaving violently.

"It's useless..." a voice drifted from across