Yi-An disconnected from the server. He slumped down onto the ground out of nausea and retched. He could feel stomach acid rising in his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it. The lining that ran from his esophagus to his organs throbbed with a burning sensation.0

The boundary between reality and fantasy was really blurry now.0

He had sought the Temple of the Fallen God as Gordon had advised and met a mysterious being named Phymon. He was then sucked into a world of darkness, where Phymon interrogated him about the white star on his forehead.0

After all that, Yi-An was tossed into a world of ashes and met a woman, who claimed to have created Elder Lord and was the system that observed all of Elder Lord.0

Was this true? Or was this just a joke played by an elaborate virtual reality system?4

He didn’t know.0

Yi-An wiped his mouth and left his room.0

He then stood in front of his bathroom sink and splashed cold water onto his face to clear his mind. His reflection in the mirror looked exhausted. He gazed into his eyes.0

Yi-An had seen countless white stars in a dark blue sky in a world covered in ashes. It was a graveyard of everything that was withering away. 0

The stars had to carry on until they lost all of their light and became undetectable celestial bodies as dark as the color of his eyes.0

Old memories came alive and disrupted his thoughts.0

“Raven, I envy your black eyes.”1

“Why?”0

“Because it’s the color of mourning. They seem to be consoling the victims even as you carry out your mission. Look at me. How frustrating must it be for them to see my eyes before they die?”2

Her eyes had been an endlessly deep and clear blue.1

Yi-An touched his forehead and then placed his forehead against the mirror’s cold surface. He went over his thoughts.0

‘Now, let’s assume several...0