A strong curiosity made him want to continue exploring, but the sudden tremor under his feet interrupted his thoughts, and the intense shaking compelled him to rush out of the church-like building and onto the street.
However, he soon realized that there was no earthquake coming, as the people in the square were still immersed in joy, seemingly oblivious to the gigantic hand that emerged from the sky, pressing towards the ground, and then—
His journey ended there.
When he woke up, he found himself in a prosthetic hospital.
The cold ceiling caught his eye, and everything he had just seen was still replaying incessantly in his mind. He nearly instantly turned on his mobile phone and entered every keyword he could think of into the search engine: Dargon Vida, Lie Ge, the upper world, Saint Heir, but all the results were completely irrelevant.
In his world, these people had never existed.
