Opening her eyes again, Wen Nannan found herself standing on an open space outside a mountain restaurant. Surrounding her were tall, continuous, lush green mountains, with no villages ahead or behind—just desolation. In the mountains, night falls quickly, and under the dark blue sky, the silence felt even more pronounced.
The restaurant was a self-built structure, with living quarters above and a simple business setup on the first floor. The furnishings were basic, with only a few tables, and the lighting came from old-fashioned bulbs, casting a dim yellow glow. The menu was not fixed, as it depended on the available ingredients.
Wen Nannan carried a travel bag and wore practical clothing for ease of movement. She checked the contents of her bag: two bottles of mineral water, a camera, a change of clothes, and a small knife. It seemed like a standard issue for players.