Where Do You Come From?

"Who are you?"

The voice was very familiar, even the way it spoke felt oddly familiar.

Yet even hearing it for the second time, Fang Shenyan still could not identify the other party.

The world of the Third Floor was ordinary, just like the floors without ghosts.

Moonlight shone brightly through the darkness, casting a slight chill over him.

Fang Shenyan's head was spinning, the pain of losing his left eye gnawing at him in the dark.

Once the surge had passed and the adrenaline cooled, it was replaced by prolonged agony.

He slapped his burning face hard, chose not to answer the question, and lifted his leg to walk forward.

However, the moment he fully stepped into the Third Floor's corridor—

A boiling sound suddenly rang beside his ears.

Like a kettle heating atop a stove, its water molecules beginning to leap violently.

The entire Third Floor trembled like a machine that had been switched on.

Fang Shenyan warily withdrew his foot, but when he turned around, he discovered that the stairwell he had come through had completely vanished.

A constantly shuddering wall blocked his retreat. Dust shook loose from it, and the plaster began to peel away.

In the blink of an eye, dazzling silver light fell across his face.

Fang Shenyan instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes. Once he adjusted, he was stunned to find that the Third Floor had completely changed.

Walls, floor, ceiling... mirrors filled everything in sight.

Within this vast Mirror Space, Fang Shenyan stood alone.

At the same time, countless reflected Fang Shenyans in every direction examined him with inexplicable expressions.

One-meter-square mirrors connected piece by piece, covering every surface.

Fang Shenyan could make out the narrow seams between each mirror.

Countless mirrors meant countless Black Lines. Arranged in orderly patterns,