In a city.
In the basement of a skyscraper.
Shadow Weaver's body was reborn once more.
Like a spreading mass of darkness, he constantly eroded the surroundings.
The entire basement began turning into a monster's cave, then spread outward.
This skyscraper had once been the pride of the city.
Yet Shadow Weaver's dark power was quietly corroding the building.
It was becoming a monster nest filled with terror and evil.
Of course, in Wenren Sheng's eyes, this was merely another new dungeon.
A little embellishment the BOSS had added to an otherwise boring life.
Players would not be satisfied if they could steamroll everything.
There had to be some difficulty for there to be a challenge.
Yet in truth, victory had long been destined.
Wenren Sheng suddenly found this BOSS, Ge Ning, rather interesting.
Once it fully recovered, it had to be a gaming fanatic, because the life it had experienced after sealing itself had been set up entirely according to game conventions.
At this moment, the building's exterior had originally been made of smooth glass curtain walls, reflecting sunlight and gleaming with the splendor of modern Civilization.
But now, black vines covered the glass.
Like living creatures, they continued spreading and growing, wrapping the entire building in a thick layer of darkness.
The building's windows had also become hazy and indistinct, as if polluted by some evil force. It was no longer possible to see inside from outside.
The once-bright lobby was now shrouded in a cold, sinister aura as well.
The chandeliers on the ceiling flickered with faint light, as though they might go out at any moment.
Cracks appeared in the walls.
Black liquid seeped from the cracks.
It flowed across the floor, forming bizarre patterns.
The elevators had stopped running.
Their doors were tightly shut, as