Qi Si wore his unchanging smile as he asked, "Why can't you come out?"
The voice behind the door chuckled. "Because you want to clear the game, and the key to doing that is with me."
"Clear the game?"
Qi Si narrowed his eyes slightly.
Dungeon NPCs generally didn't know this much, unless...
"You're not an NPC?" Qi Si asked.
The voice laughed and said two words: "Take a guess."
"..."
Qi Si had never gotten a multiple-choice question right by guessing, and had no intention of starting now.
He held the corpse in front of him as a shield and stepped through the door, one step at a time.
Beyond the door was a vast temple. Dim light shrouded its four corners in shadow, obscuring the details.
Chaotic lines covered the aged walls. They seemed to form murals depicting myths, but it was impossible to tell what they showed, as if some force had erased their meaning.
A pair of scarlet eyes was embedded in the ceiling overhead, gazing down at the entire temple. The pale red light they cast enveloped everything and everyone, lending the place an inexplicable bloodthirsty atmosphere.
A high-backed chair stood in the center of the temple. A young man sat in it, looking exactly like him. He yawned and drawled lazily, "You brought the key, right? Give it to me."
Qi Si noticed that the young man before him had clear, distinct features. He wore the same style of white shirt Qi Si had worn before entering the dungeon, and there was no number on his sleeve.
—From every angle, this man looked more like a real person than he did.
The same inhuman face he'd seen in the mirror flashed before his eyes again, and Qi Si recalled the name of the dungeon.