Ever since Kemei left the instance, his heart had been hooked by Text Swamp.
Anyone who could vaguely sense a space hidden in the unseen and knew they only needed to take one step to cross the void and arrive there would be unable to resist curiosity. Kemei was naturally no exception.
However, Angel had not mentioned it before, and Kemei had been too embarrassed to ask to enter.
Now that Angel had brought it up himself, Kemei naturally would not refuse.
"Then let's go in." Angel paused, then looked at Kemei. "You open the door."
Kemei pointed at himself. "Me?"
Angel nodded. "Yes, give it a try."
"This Text Space was completed to one hundred percent through your exploration all the way here. The first person to step inside should be the challenger who truly walked the entire path."
Kemei froze, warmth faintly rising in his heart.
He had thought Angel would casually open this space himself, but he had not expected him to leave the sense of ceremony behind this "first time" to him.
After hesitating for a moment, he nodded heavily. "I won't disappoint you, sir!"
Angel: "..." How had this suddenly turned into seeking approval?
Kemei drew a deep breath and lightly pushed his right hand toward the void.
At the spot his fingertips touched, a layer of pale silver textual ripples first spread out, like delicate ripples stirred across water by a tossed pebble.
Countless tiny characters, as fine as mosquito legs, emerged in the void, flowing and assembling. They first formed the outline of an article, then gradually stretched into a glowing door roughly the height of a person.
Though it was Kemei's first time opening a light door, he could somehow sense that it would exist according to his will.
If he wished,