Finally, his eyes drifted to the Dreadblade once more, its gleaming surface reflecting the flickering candlelight. "Is it for this, Dreadblade?" he wondered aloud, his voice echoing in the quiet room.
"I may not understand all of this completely now," he mused aloud, his voice echoing softly in the quiet room. "But the one thing I know for certain is that I am different from everyone else."
"And since I've already come to this mysterious world, let's turn it into the grandest game I've ever played."
"And let me tell you, I've never lost a game in my life, so I'm going to win this one for sure. I'll become the most powerful person in this universe," Wuxie declared boldly, his voice echoing with confidence.
Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed outside, as if affirming Wuxie's resolve. He turned his gaze towards the Dreadblade, a determined glint in his eyes.
