Intertwined Dreams

Real World, Tenth Floor.

Li Guanqi leaned against a corner wall, covering his face in pain as a tear slid through his fingers.

The phone on his knee still showed the call in progress, but the other end had likewise fallen into a long silence.

"Guan Qi, I'm sorry..."

All his emotions surged at those apologetic words.

"It wasn't your fault. It was mine. Because of me."

Teng Shan was dead.

His death had been caused by many factors: ghosts, Ji Li, Su Chenghe, and Tian Xiao Ou.

Li Guanqi had no right to resent anyone else. He could only hate himself.

Why had he dragged Teng Shan into this...

Knowing how difficult the Manager Mission was, knowing that he himself could barely move forward, why had he handed the hardest game to Teng Shan?

In his daze, he saw that utterly ordinary young man.

Teng Shan had always been lost among the crowd, never fighting for first place or hanging back, never hurting others or seeking profit for himself. From the corner, he treated everyone kindly.

Today, he had died—an easy, ordinary death.

Just as he had been inconspicuous his entire life, no one but Li Guanqi would shed a tear for him.

"Guan Qi, I had no choice. This game no longer has any rules of right and wrong.

"I had to expand Xiao Ou's chances of survival as much as possible. She came here because of me. I couldn't..."

Su Chenghe's voice grew weaker and weaker. He did not dare continue.

Nor did Li Guanqi wish to listen anymore. He would not hate anyone over this. Wiping his face, he interrupted:

"Brother Su, don't say any more.

"We entered this mission already prepared for the worst.

"You have your responsibilities, and I have mine. No one is