At this moment, Anvis knew nothing of these sudden changes.
When he destroyed that Gray-White Sphere, his vision blurred, and then the entire world went dark.
"Where is this...?"
Anvis tried flying forward, but there was nothing but empty darkness in every direction, above and below. No matter which way he moved, his position seemed unchanged.
Was this some kind of trap? Or an illusion array? "At last, you did it."
Just as Anvis was about to see whether he could break through this space, a majestic voice, layered upon itself as if countless voices had merged into one, sounded from the dark void.
"Who?"
Startled, Anvis abruptly turned toward the source of the voice.
At some point, a silver Octahedral Crystal had appeared there. Its design felt strangely familiar to Anvis.
"My name is Wakoreyet—"
The majestic voice rang out again, echoing through this strange space of darkness.
"Or, if you prefer, you may call me by another name you use more often: the Game System."
The contents of those words struck Anvis's mind like a bolt of lightning.
Even with the strength of the Ninth Rank Limit, Anvis still could not understand how the Game System had safely transported the fragile consciousnesses of millions, or even tens of millions, of Players across countless stretches of space-time to this world, then created bodies for them.
Such a miracle-like method was something Anvis suspected even true Legendary Rank powerhouses might not be capable of.
And now, the Game System had appeared before him in the form of a silver Octahedral Crystal and was even communicating with him.
He recalled that silver Octahedral Crystal as well. It was precisely the symbol used in the quest guidance on the game Panel, only with a different color.
"Wakoreyet... the Game System?"
His voice