Suddenly, the style of the painting changed.
The promised fantasy background transitioned into sci-fi, and now it's turning into a ghost story?
Isn't this going a bit too far?
The horror seeped into his bones like icy water, but Huai Shi's mind started to wander, trying to distract himself, despite feeling terrified.
Especially when he flipped through the Book of Fate, recalling there were ten people when they set out...
When did it become seven?
And since when does seven minus one still equal seven?
It's hard to understand what exactly is happening.
The sudden change left him frozen in place. When he lowered his head to observe the display on the arm of his space suit, he felt a shock no less intense than before.
——[Depth 0]
They still remained in their Current Circumstances, never swallowed by Hell. Yet everything had unknowingly changed beyond recognition.
"What's wrong, Huai Shi?"
