Laying the Chess Pieces in Secret

Black-and-White Chess Realm.

The ground was made up of eternal black-and-white squares, stretching endlessly in every direction. In this world, there was nothing but black and white.

Suddenly, two vortices appeared somewhere in this bizarre world. One hovered in the sky, while the other lay on the ground. Yin Kuang floated leisurely within the one in the sky, his arms folded across his chest. Afra was spat out by the vortex on the ground, staring at this unfamiliar place in terrified confusion. When she saw the godlike figure high above, fear and fury surged through her, and she shouted tremblingly, "You despicable, shameless, oath-breaking bastard! What have you done to me? Where is this?"

Yin Kuang looked down at her and smiled arrogantly. "This is my world. Here, I am God!" With that, Yin Kuang snapped his fingers—he did not need to, of course, but it looked cool, did it not? At the snap, a table and chair appeared before and behind Afra. On the table sat a glass of red wine, crimson as blood.

"Please, sit."

Even without Yin Kuang telling her, Afra had already slumped into the chair. Looking up at him, she said, "You said you would let me go!" Yin Kuang said, "You are still breathing. Your heart is still beating, isn't it?" Afra stared at the wine on the table. Then, gritting her teeth, she picked up the glass and poured the wine down her throat. The red wine was sour and astringent, making her throat sting slightly, but it seemed as though her tension and panic had gone down into her stomach along with it.

It had to be said that university students who had survived until now possessed remarkably strong adaptability.

After catching her breath, Afra said, "Please speak plainly, sir. What exactly