Looking at the five portals, Liu Zhi had initially wanted to pick one he recognized and enter it.
But after pacing back and forth in front of the three portals whose destinations he could roughly guess, Liu Zhi lost the desire to enter any of them. He looked at the bracelet that seemed to be made of countless nebulae and clouds, watching the lightning within the mist, and an idea came to him.
This was what he needed.
So Liu Zhi didn't hesitate for long. He turned and stepped into that portal.
The instant Liu Zhi stepped through, he finally felt as though he had entered a game.
However, Liu Zhi's body was now divine, and his mind and everything else had grown extraordinarily powerful.
His body had even surpassed the limits that some ordinary games could accommodate. Games at the Bronze level could no longer let him enter, so he would never again experience the darkness that came over him when he entered a game. He could clearly feel himself being sent into the game.
When he opened his eyes, he hadn't even had time to make out his surroundings before the smell of seawater hit him.
Every time he entered a game, Liu Zhi encountered something like this. It made him feel thoroughly annoyed.
I hope there aren't any Fishmen this time.
Liu Zhi thought it over and began to survey his surroundings. His little hope probably wouldn't come true, after all. In Greek mythology, one of the twelve main gods was the sea god. It would be perfectly reasonable if he had a few Fishmen under his command.
With a laugh, Liu Zhi dispelled his sense of helplessness and finally began to look around.
He was standing on a pier by the sea, with some sailors nearby