Amidst the process, Xia Wei's attention was drawn to the flickering light from the screen, resembling a scattering of fireflies. His thick eyebrows gradually raised, and his dark magenta eyes widened slightly. Like a drop of water disturbing the calm surface of a lake, a sudden realization washed over Xia Wei.
"Ho? The text is in English?" he mused aloud.
While this fact did surprise him, it wasn't enough to completely shock him. It was as if his brain was indirectly thinking like the protagonists of other novels. Xia Wei had been transmigrated into Chinese culture, surrounded by Chinese dress, behavior, and buildings.
Typically, the system should be in Chinese, providing him with a feature that helped him understand foreign languages, perhaps automatically translating his words.
