Stepping through the gate, a scene of startling familiarity struck me: The Weird World.
Just as Qing Yashu had described, this place was an exact mirror of our old world. Bustling streets filled with people, long rows of lush green trees swaying in the breeze. The sound of children's laughter echoed along the roadside, accompanied by the vibrant pulse of music drifting from every corner. However, the moment I looked up, that peace instantly shattered.
Instead of the sun, a colossal eye reigned supreme in the heights, radiating a haunting, shimmering light. It felt like a supreme entity, monitoring every single move of every living soul below. A cold shiver ran down my spine.
I glanced at the crowds walking by with total indifference, thinking to myself: ( Can they see that eye? Or have they simply grown too used to being watched? ) Then, a wave of loneliness hit me. I wondered if my old teammates were lost somewhere within this bizarre city.
Too many questions, but time waits for no one.
I have five months left for the second mission. Initially, I planned to reward myself with four or five days of rest, but homesickness extinguished that idea. Fifteen missions-if I took the full five months for each one, it would take me six and a half years to see my family again.
Six years... what would happen to my mother by then?
At that thought, my heart burned with urgency. I need to pick up the pace. But first, I have to settle the immediate problem: finding a place to stay. Looking at myself-penniless-I let out a long sigh. Perhaps the first thing I need to do in this demonic world is find a job just to survive.