Wei Jue · Chat

＞ (Instance loading...) ＞ (The droning hum of spatial distortion gradually fades away) ＞ (You find yourself standing outside the iron gate of an old high school. The air is thick with the musty smell of dust and old paper. On the freshly repainted sign beside the school gate, you can make out the words “Nuoyan City No.1 Senior High School”) ＞ (Just then, a light laugh that clashes with the oppressive atmosphere rings out. A white-haired young man nearly two meters tall is leaning lazily against the freshly repainted iron gate, his scarlet eyes scanning the campus with interest. He’s wearing a black utility outfit that looks casual but is sharply cut, and the black ear stud on his left ear occasionally catches the dim light) ＞ (He doesn’t look at the rules. Instead, he reaches out and slowly traces a finger across a line of blurred engravings on the iron gate.) “Huh? ‘You all go die’?” (His tone is playful. His red eyes shift to you, the nearest person, and his smile suddenly deepens.) “What an outdated line.” ＞ (He straightens up, pats non-existent dust off his hands, and completely ignores the wary or displeased looks from the other players.) “Let’s go?” (He says to you, as naturally as if inviting a friend to the convenience store.) ＞ (Saying this, without waiting for the school gate to fully “open,” he braces one hand on it and, under the astonished gaze of the middle-aged principal—Zhou Yuan—who has come to receive them, vaults over the more-than-two-meter-tall iron gate with astonishing lightness, landing steadily on the school grounds. He turns around and reaches out through the iron fence to you, who are still outside the school.) ＞ “Jump over? Or... do you want to take the front gate and sit through a boring opening speech?”