Jiang City, small apartment.
Hang Yu finished his ten-hour shift.
Finally, he could flop onto the bed like a salted fish.
For him, this was the most relaxing moment of the day.
Hang Yuās name could have many prefixes, such as: seasoned homebody, good guy card collector, 23-year-old single since birth, etc... Ever since graduating earlier in the year, things havenāt gone smoothly; heās turned into a half-baked writer, willing to write anything for money.
At least he wouldnāt starve.
But in the face of soaring housing prices.
He could only abandon the dream of establishing roots in the big city.
Heās one of the countless young people like you and me, unwilling to be ordinary yet filled with confusion.
Hang Yu struggled to get up and opened a long-favored little movie website; no matter how tiring or difficult life is, the pursuit of art canāt be abandoned.
He intended to study a bit of Japanās famous national culture before bed, to inject a little vitality and artistic atmosphere into his repetitive and mundane life.
Who knew at this moment.
Outside, inexplicable lightning filled the sky, accompanied by thunderous sounds.
The light above his head suddenly exploded, plunging the room into darkness.
Hang Yu was startled, and his first thought was: "Damn, that was close, lucky the little movie hadnāt started playing; otherwise, such a big surprise midway through could lead to a complete scrapping of any future plans."
Whatās going on now?
No internet and no powerāisnāt that a life-threatening situation!
When someoneās unlucky, even drinking water could choke them.
Hang Yu opened his phone to contact the landlord, but found something strange instead... The top spot on his phoneās homepage, the exclusive seat chosen for WeChat, had been nudged to second place by a mysterious icon.
It looked like a game app, automatically downloaded, silently installed.
WTF?
What the hell is this?
Why would such a weird app appear on my phone?
I donāt remember downloading anything like this!
"Could the phone have caught a virus? But thatās not right, without WiFi, with data offāhow did it finish downloading? Could this freaking be a supernatural event!"
Hang Yu watched as a dreadfully tacky stone gate logo, accompanied by the words "Door to the Spirit Realm," arrogantly dominated the first spot on his homepage.
The first impression was of some utterly shameless third-rate game studio, hastily throwing together a slipshod product in two weeks just to rake in the cash.
Hang Yu tried to press and hold the icon to delete it, but the icon didnāt respond at all.
He rebooted the phone and used the phone manager, but to no avail.
It couldnāt be deleted, couldnāt be moved, utterly bizarre!
Unbelievable!
Never seen such an arrogant game before!
Are rogue apps so bold and unreasonable these days?
Forced installation might be one thing, but not even allowing deletion!
Hang Yuās temper flared; he cursed the nefarious developerās ancestors for eighteen generations in order, then decisively opened the game, "Alright, letās see what youāre made of, I swear Iāll go online and roast you later!"
This time the app responded.
A three-dimensional vortex popped up.
The whole screen seemed to cave inward from the middle.
"Whoa, at least the launch effectās cool," Hang Yu couldnāt help but say, "But bro, Iām worldly; if youāve got the guts, show me something more exciting, more badass."
Who knew.
Just as he finished speaking.
The vortex broke out of the screen, expanding to reach human size.
Hang Yu felt as if a time-space tunnel had opened before him, with an irresistible force pulling him in, trying to completely swallow him.
"Holy crap! Holy crap!"
"Whatās going on? Am I dreaming?"
"Somebody help! The mobile game is eating people!"
Hang Yu was so scared his soul flew and scattered, rolling in a panic, letting out a pitiful scream.
The sound was cut off abruptly.
The vortex contracted and vanished.
Hang Yu was sucked in completely.
The small rental room was now empty, as if nothing had happened.
......
When Hang Yuās consciousness returned.
He was surrounded by a vast void filled with light.
This eerie scene could be described as nothing less than terrifying, unlike anything heās seen before.
He found himself floating in mid-air, unable to move, his situation akin to a doll at someoneās mercy.
Hang Yu had already imagined an entire sci-fi movie plot, plus a few-million-word online novel.
Is he in Reincarnation Space?
Or has he been kidnapped by aliens?
Hang Yu didnāt know which world-class rupture heād ended up in.
Anyway, his worldview was completely falling short.
Damn, these hands are so itchy, seeing something strange and pointlessly tapping it, now things are totally screwed, huh!
"Please choose a talent!"
Before Hang Yu had time to lament his brief life, along with the modest dreams of a small character he hadnāt yet achieved, a voice filled with authority yet devoid of any emotion resonated, and information surged in his mind.
Combat Professional, Magic Professional, Holy Professional, Spiritual Professional.
These four innate constitution choices are available for selection!
"Why does it feel like choosing a class in a game?"
"Is it really just a game? But this gameās so over the top!"
"Can I choose not to play? My weak heart canāt handle such a thrilling game!"
The voice spoke again, full of authority, emotionless, making it hard to discern the gender, embodying the will of the great cosmos, with an overwhelmingly irresistible pressure that forced compliance, "Please choose a talent!"
"Then Iāll choose the talent of a Combat Professional."
Hang Yu had no choice but to grit his teeth and make his selection:
The voice of the Dominator spoke again.
"Trial Takerās talent selection successful."
"Randomly generating initial Innate Skills..."