Wang Hao felt as though he was on the brink of madness, recalling the recent progression of the Game.
With his eyes closed, he saw a sea of red, eerie Papermen, and the clear tinkle of wind chimes; it seemed as though the Blood Demon was truly invading the world, enveloping the slowly moving crowd in oppression and despair. Within the bustling, jostling tide of people, many cursed loudly, while others wore bitter, ironic smiles that perhaps resembled crying more.
Opening his eyes, though still seated before his computer desk, the reality he saw seemed somewhat distorted...
The countdown for the entire script was one week, and now it was only the first day.
Yet for some reason, time had begun to feel more urgent.
Wang Hao had died many times and witnessed even deeper storylines, but there were still many mysteries left unsolved.
How could mortal power prevent the Blood Demon from surfacing?