The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, shattered by the rain.
In the cold evening rain, two figures—one large, one small—walked alone beneath an umbrella.
Beneath the black umbrella, fragments of quiet conversation drifted out.
"What do you think? How was he?"
"His mental fortitude is decent. Among ordinary people, he could be considered outstanding."
"Then do you think he can make it through this ordeal?"
"Mm... hard to say."
"So you don't think much of him?"
"What, have you taken a liking to him?"
"Can't be helped. The vacancies on our side are so severe—if I don't find a way to trick a few people over, am I supposed to be a one-man operation for the rest of my life?"
"True enough. Then let's see how he performs this time... By the way, when do you plan to start the mission?"
"After waiting a little longer. This world is extremely hostile to outsiders. Even with the system's help, forcefully entering this world isn't easy... I'm currently waiting for a suitable opening."
"Is that so? I'd advise you to hurry. The ghost revival in this world is only in its early stages right now, which makes it most suitable for beginners. The further it progresses, the more dangerous it becomes."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing... What kind of expression is that?"
"PTSD."
"..."
An evening wind swept past, kneading the fragments of their conversation beneath the umbrella into the cold rain, scattering them into a riot of colors.
To the sound of his phone's alarm, Nan Tian, lying in bed, tiredly opened his eyes.
Because of the bizarre events yesterday, he had slept terribly all night. It was not until nearly dawn that he had finally drifted off in a daze.
That was why his head hurt