The next moment, Lao Chen noticed that countless glimmers of light seemed to seep through those vertical pupils.
He felt his consciousness suddenly plunge into a world of pure white, and then rapidly fall at tremendous speed...
Just like falling off a cliff in a dream, he startled awake amidst overwhelming panic.
Afterward, he found himself in a world shrouded in complete darkness.
In front of him, there were five versions of himself:
One wearing sturdy and simple leather armor, with a sharp yet somewhat heavy iron sword in hand;
One with two daggers, squatting in the corner with a cold expression, who suddenly vanished the moment he saw him;
One with a hunting bow slung over his shoulder and spiky gauntlets on his hands;
One wearing a monocle, holding a book and reading under the moonlight;
One holding something that was constantly changing, wearing a smile full of warmth.
...Is this, character selection?
Lao Chen blinked in astonishment.
Holy shit, have I cross over?
