This was a hell forged from blood and fire.
Wails, cries for help, curses, maledictions... all kinds of sounds mingled with the flames around them, forming a symphony from hell.
Watching that figure drag a body that constantly broke apart and constantly repaired itself as it wandered blankly through the Sea of Fire and the corpses strewn across the ground, Kan Lu still sat cross-legged on the ground, one hand on his knee supporting his chin. But at some point, the expression on his face had vanished.
At that moment, nothing remained on his face but bone-deep indifference. It was as if he had become a completely different person.
As he looked at that past he had buried with his own hands, there was not the slightest flicker of emotion on his face. He merely watched coldly.
Coldly watching the monster called himself walk out of the Sea of Fire.
His story was, in truth, as dull and unremarkable as most people's.
In his world, he had been a Launch Player.
But before the system officially went online in their world, anomalies had already invaded it. Faced with existences beyond human comprehension, modern civilization collapsed far faster than he had ever imagined.
One moment, he had been a student daydreaming in class and wondering which Internet Cafe to visit after school. The next, he had become a useless wreck cowering and trembling in a corner.
In the Anomaly Game that had descended upon their school, fewer than twenty survivors emerged from the thousands of people there... and he had been fortunate enough to become one of them.
Even now, he could no longer remember the exact details of that Anomaly Game. But he still remembered what he saw when he braced himself against the wall with one hand, stepped over