Game world, the mountain range of a hundred thousand peaks.
On a jagged small mountain, Lin An sat on the corpse of a gigantic Sorcerer Zombie, foolishly gazing at the sun that just started to peek out from the horizon.
Truth be told, he was feeling a bit homesick.
He longed for his small apartment of just a few dozen square meters, the bustling and vibrant city, and the dumplings downstairs, along with the roast leg of lamb restaurant that he would only treat himself to when he got paid.
But it seemed he had no way of leaving this place.
Moreover...
He inexplicably had a very strange feeling.
Wasn't this place, this world, this game world, exactly the personal haven he had always longed for since he was young?
An orphan drifting without anchor, yearning for a little nest in this world that thoroughly belonged to him alone.
"My mark in this world."
"My own game world?"
"My... home?"
