The Door of Hope

Ten years ago, Hou Guisheng had commanded the strongest branch store of its time, brimming with ambition.

Countless employees had pinned their hopes on him as he confidently set out to achieve the legendary four-star rating.

Ten years later, his once-black hair had turned snow-white. Everyone he had known was dead, and he was alone.

Sent back to his original branch store, he had become a relic of a bygone era, barely surviving in an unfamiliar New World.

In the stairwell, washed in black and red, a hundred and thirty steps led upward.

Hou Guisheng took the first step, and memories surged over him like a tide.

Names and faces surfaced one after another... sustaining him as he climbed.

Slowly, he raised his face, carved by the years and marked by a hard-won resolve and courage.

During the ten years he had been trapped in that mission, all his companions had died in the first three. He had endured the last seven alone.

He had survived on his nerve, his patience, and a will that could never be shaken.

Having seen the fiercest, most terrifying storms, he regarded everything before him as little more than a touch of frost.

His features appeared and vanished, alternating between a black face and a white one.

Hou Guisheng gripped something tightly in his right hand and struggled onward, relying on his identity as the Faceless Person.

From the Thirteenth Floor to the Fourteenth, he only had to withstand the darkness, so he was holding up.

But near the edge of the Fourteenth Floor, the red light began to fade.

Hou Guisheng took a grotesque human head from his backpack and tossed it into the stairwell.

A new Supernatural World began, holding back the darkness while opening a path upward for him.

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