Level 3 Reality

Inside the tightly sealed elevator, Meng Qi calmly looked at his reflection in the smooth metal panel ahead.

Without hesitation or doubt, he chose to leave the game world and head for a higher level of reality.

"Ding!"

"Passenger from Level 2, you have arrived at Level 3. Please prepare in advance for the impact to come."

The metal doors slowly opened to either side, and gentle, non-dazzling white light shone through the gap.

Yet this white light, which even an ordinary person should have been able to adapt to easily, made Meng Qi narrow his eyes. His eyes turned red as though they had been irritated.

"This is really exaggerated..."

Meng Qi murmured inwardly.

At the shortest interval of time his mind could perceive, his eyes and skin were enduring an enormous energy impact comparable to that of an Other Shore One every moment.

This terrifying power could utterly destroy the True World and Myriad Worlds from his memories, yet in this so-called Level 3, an Other Shore One's full-force attack was hardly different from a wisp of flowing breeze.

He struggled to move his feet, slowly walking toward the world outside the elevator like a frail, disabled man.

The metal elevator behind him vanished the instant he stepped out, while the gentle white light revealed the scene outside.

A somewhat worn wooden bookshelf stood nearby, sparsely lined with old, dust-covered books. On a twenty-seven-inch monitor was displayed a fragmented world.

Meng Qi forced his reddened eyes open and looked toward the faintly glowing phone beside the computer, which had not been locked. He slowly extended his hand.

After searching for only a moment, he quickly found the phone owner's identity information.

"...Gong Quan."

"A god-tier power-leveling player from a game studio. Half a year ago, he accepted a