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The world was falling into disorder. Once he chose the option he favored, he would be unable to stop himself from moving forward.

Fang Shenyan's final form froze in an extremely bizarre state.

All ten of his fingers had twisted into corkscrew shapes, like clenched fists. One of his eyes was on his forehead, while the other was behind his ear.

Unable to move his fingers freely, with one eye's vision blocked by his ear, he did not notice any obvious discomfort.

Only his heart had wandered up to his shoulder, where it was pounding violently.

His vital area was completely exposed. Even the slightest scrape could end his life.

Fang Shenyan had chosen Item B without hesitation, which meant that what happened next would no longer be under his control.

Following the contents of Item B, he slowly turned his head. The wall that had originally been on his right had now become the floor beneath his feet.

The blurring of space, coupled with his impaired vision, made it difficult for him to distinguish this world clearly.

He turned around and took about three steps back. His feet landed above what had originally been the third door, and he froze there.

With his one eye fixed on the scene, another line of blood-red words surfaced in his mind.

"If that thing refuses to show itself, then you must take the initiative to find its location.

Carefully recalling the times you heard that voice before and after, where do you intend to search for it?

A: Kick open the third door beneath your feet and enter;

B: Find a way to break open the fourth door above your head and enter;

C: Continue forward and push open the corridor door of the Eighteenth Floor;

D: Turn around and pull