The Beginning of Internal Strife

Fang Shenyan's form was still shifting, but no matter how it changed, it did not affect his vitality.

Presumably, at this moment, he too was part of this chaotic world.

His steps were rather unsteady as he staggered toward the stairwell door through the still-moving corridor.

In a state of choice, the living would follow their chosen option without hesitation.

Therefore, no danger or other unforeseen changes would arise during this stage.

When Fang Shenyan pressed his hand against the iron door, he distinctly sensed a pulling force.

This force came from behind the door and affected the entire floor.

This discovery stirred Fang Shenyan's mind, and he understood that he had chosen correctly.

Ji Li's theory was correct. Behind the stairwell door was Room 11, and it governed the other ten rooms.

The source of power in this chaotic world came from here.

At this moment, Fang Shenyan could not help but feel a trace of anticipation.

He also wanted to see who the true player of this game really was.

And how that being had controlled ten branch managers alone to advance the plot.

"Creak..."

It felt completely different from the last time he had opened the Golden Door.

This time, the process was exceedingly slow, as though something behind the door was obstructing it.

But because choice represented the rules, Fang Shenyan did not need to exert any effort to open the door.

And when he saw the scene beyond it, his suspended heart finally settled.

The wind that should have echoed through the stairwell was absent here, leaving only silence.

The familiar dark-green hues appeared once more. The patterned floor tiles and the low ceiling all proclaimed the identity of Room 11.

Everything was exactly as Ji Li had predicted.

When Fang Shenyan entered Room 11,