You would wonder what a guy who had died and been reborn into a new body would be doing in front of his old workplace. It's not as if they would recognize him, not to mention that wasn't what he was here for.
There was something he left in this building, something that would help his rise to the top once again.
He had been online one day and saw the notice of how Rising Wings was doing a free tour of their building and all their facilities to honor the death of Xu Long.
He would have been touched if not for the fact that he knew they were only using this chance to make money. Xu Long wasn't dumb; out of all the people in Rising Wings, only a few of his teammates actually cared that he was dead while the rest and the organization didn't really care. After all, it wasn't as if they were close.
At most, they would think it was a pity for him to die, but that was all there was to it.
Since they made a free tour for their organization, you would think that a lot of people would want to come. But the surprising thing was that not many could be seen at the entrance.
This was because the only way for someone to win the tickets was by answering a quiz about him, and those who got a good amount of questions correct could come.
And since it was a quiz about him, there was no question that he had aced all the questions. He was the only person in the country who got all the questions correct.
He walked to the entrance brimming with confidence. The guard glanced at him.
"Where is your ticket?"
"It's right here."
He brought out a gold card, and immediately the guards were surprised. This was the card given to the one who could answer the quiz without failing a single question.
"Sorry, we didn't know who you were."
"No, it's okay. It's fine."
He wanted to walk past the entrance but was immediately stopped.
"No, sir. You're VIP; you can't go through the front. Let me escort you through another passage."
The guard then left with him, and they began a full tour around the organization. But all these things weren't new to him because before, this was where he spent all his time, energy, and life.
The interior of Rising Wings was just as he remembered it—cutting-edge technology, sleek design, and the vibrant hum of activity. The hallways were lined with posters of past victories, team photos, and motivational quotes. The tour took him through various sections: the gaming arena, the physical training area, and the relaxation lounges where players could unwind.
They had moved around the whole organization, but they hadn't gone where he wanted to go, and he couldn't find a way to ask for them to go there.
"So, you're the kid who answered all of the questions correct regarding Xu Long," said a woman from behind.
"What's your name, child?" asked the woman.
"Xu Long." His reply was short.
"You even have the same name as him," said the woman.
"Hello, Madam Huang Mei."
"Don't worry. You can go back. I will personally help with the tour."
"Ok, madam." said the guard.
She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, with kind brown eyes and black hair. Her face was small and gentle, reflecting her nurturing nature. Huang Mei was a person who valued honesty and kindness, traits that had fostered a deep friendship with Xu Long. Her demeanor was calm and reassuring, making her a beloved figure in the organization.
This woman started walking, and he just followed her. He already knew her; she was one of the people he actually liked, and before he died, they were close friends. She was the type of person to not beat around the bush, but she was still kind and gentle, a rare combination in this world.
As they walked, for some reason, they just started talking, and all throughout the time they walked, it felt nice. And it felt like the good old times when he was still alive.
Even Huang Mei couldn't help but wonder why she felt such ease talking to this young man. The way he joked, the way he talked, even the way he walked felt like Xu Long. It felt as if she was actually talking to Xu Long.
"He must be some hardcore fan," thought Huang Mei.
They had walked until they finally reached a room that had Xu Long written on it.
"Well, as a reward for your success in answering the quiz, you can have a private tour of Xu Long's room. But don't make a mess."
"Understood."
Xu Long entered the room alone. It was his old room, and he felt very nostalgic. The room was modest but functional, designed to maximize efficiency and comfort. The walls were adorned with memorabilia, including medals, framed photographs, and posters of his favorite games. The desk in the corner was cluttered with gaming peripherals, notes, and strategy guides.
He approached the bed where he had spent countless nights resting after grueling training sessions. The bedspread was still the same—blue with white stripes. He remembered how Huang Mei would occasionally find him asleep at his desk and gently move him to the bed.
Seeing all of this, he almost felt like crying, but he composed himself. He had come here for something, though.
He went to the desktop where he would play games, and there was a frame plastered on the wall next to it.
He removed the frame, and a card could be seen behind.
"Finally, I have found you," he whispered, holding the card close.
This card was more than a mere object; it was a symbol of his past achievements and a key to his future success. Xu Long felt a surge of determination. With this card, he could reclaim his place at the top and continue the legacy he had left behind.
As he exited the room, Huang Mei was waiting for him. She smiled warmly, sensing the significance of the moment.
"Thank you, Madam Huang Mei," he said sincerely. "This tour meant a lot to me."
"I'm glad. There's something special about this place," she replied, her eyes reflecting a shared understanding.
Xu Long left Rising Wings with a renewed sense of purpose. The road ahead was clear, and he was ready to rise to the top once again, not just for himself but for the memory of his former self.