It was an incredible sensation.
Objects within sight lost their color, everything trapped in a sea of purple. In the center of visions were small words, similar in system color, stating "Time Remaining for Rebirth" with rapidly increasing numbers on the left.
In the distance, the Silver Guardian Knights who had slain Ye Qiu could be seen, receiving the sound of some agreement and returning to the stained glass above the rooftop.
Ye Qiu's limbs were completely numb. Now he was like all the other players felled in this world, merely a small remnant flame, powerless to move even if he willed it. Ye Qiu's heart overflowed with unease, sorrow, and a sense of insignificance.
Indeed—he was this pathetic. Feeling this was his punishment for always believing it was just a game in some corner of his heart. "Ye Qiu's" power was essentially just numbers referred to as stats.
Yet Ye Qiu also kindly believed that no matter the game, he could break limits and achieve anything.
