You couldn't judge the specific content of a story from its name alone, and Tang Qi had no intention of entering one immediately.
He looked toward the other three Narrative Domains as new fragments flowed past.
"A new judgment is about to begin. This Forced Narrative Domain is Wilderness Gunslinger."
"This Forced Narrative Domain is... Love, Bodies, and Indulgence."
"This Forced Narrative Domain is... Brave Flood Dragon."
Three different story options unfolded before him again, but Tang Qi actually had five choices.
The fifth was to avoid these Narrative Domains.
After all, he was different from Sally. He had autonomy and did not need to demonstrate to anyone how to destroy narratives or provoke the myriad spirits that treated this place as their playground.
Tang Qi only needed to learn about Grotesque Town first, then find an opportunity to carry out the so-called instructions.
Well, Tang Qi had his own interpretation of those instructions.
Tang Qi could avoid them for now and decide later. As long as he did not become an invader or destroyer, he would look no different from the many contained anomalies and town residents. Naturally, he would not provoke public outrage and be jointly banished by numerous Deity Projections.
But since he had entered this grotesque land, Tang Qi also wanted to experience it.
Especially now, when a particularly suitable Forced Narrative Domain had appeared for him to enter and investigate.
Ignoring the other three narratives, Tang Qi looked directly at the incomparably magnificent Gypsy Caravan on the street to his left and took a step toward it. That represented his choice.
The beautiful mature woman driving the carriage wore a fervent, uninhibited smile. Her jet-black hair, slick as if oiled, streamed through the air as she fiercely whipped the large horse with its yellow mane.