Instead of being sent back to the glass dome, Thanh Van squinted his eyes as he was thrust into a blinding white room with no doors or windows.
"Ugh, too bright-" Thanh Van raised his arms to hide his vision when a chair appeared behind him and almost pushed him off balance. He landed ass-first on the creaky chair.
Before he could curse, he was pushed in front of a black table.
"What now?" Thanh Van muttered as he massaged his temples. His gaze washed over the black surface that reflected Ruan An's pretty face, and his brows crinkled.
This wasn't a table-
The giant screen snapped to life, and Thanh Van almost went blind as the pictures of players flashed before his eyes in a multitude of colors. They arranged themselves, the sea of red showing Thanh Van how many of these players had lost their lives so early into the game.
How pitiful.
