The Seventh Branch was exceptionally quiet today, so quiet it seemed as if no one had ever existed here.
Ji Li passed through the first floor—the enormous memorial portraits, the conference table as tidy as ever, every locked door...
It was as if no one could ever damage the hotel's facilities. It possessed a natural self-cleaning ability, keeping everything within the hotel in its newest, cleanest state.
Thus, no matter how many people had lived here or passed through, it would forever remain as it had been at the start—so cold, so distant.
How many people were gone, and how many remained, all seemed the same here.
Speaking of the Tenth Supervision Event that had swept across all of Heavenly Sea, Ji Li had not been deeply involved. He had barely appeared in any Major Events and did not even know how many people had died in his own branch.
If he had a choice, he would rather have achieved something during the Tenth Supervision Event. He absolutely did not want to carry out this "solo mission" that belonged to him.
In the deserted, desolate hotel, he climbed the stairs alone. As he passed those steps he had walked countless times, sixteen words once spoken by an old acquaintance suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"Long regret this body is not my own; talented but lacking destiny—what can be done?"
How many things could truly be chosen? For so long, it had seemingly always been this way.
At this moment, after that phrase flashed through his mind, Ji Li immediately began piecing together the fragmented scenes he had witnessed over the past few nights, along with Time Ghost's true appearance and the scene from three months ago that he had seen through Dream Ghost.
His analytical ability, honed over time, and