The Yellow Heaven Emperor?
The Supreme Heavenly Venerable of Creation, Most Sacred Pivot of the Central Yellow in the High Firmament?
"This is—"
Zhou Heng stared at the two divine titles, dumbfounded. "An immortal?"
He knew little about this Immortal God, but "Emperor" and "Supreme Heavenly Venerable" told him enough: in any pantheon, this had to be a supreme deity!
"But immortals actually exist?!"
He patted his cheeks. "Why not? Something as absurd as Happy Park exists. Still... could someone be playing a prank on me?"
He studied the message of unknown origin on his phone, thought hard for a long while, then took a deep breath. "Whatever. Prank or not, I'll memorize the divine names first. What if they come in handy?"
He began reciting them silently. Once he had them memorized, he wrote them out from memory dozens, perhaps hundreds, of times, making sure he would not forget them when it mattered—
In the blink of an eye, another two days passed.
The familiar mechanical voice sounded beside his ear. "A new instance is about to open. Players, please prepare. Ten-second countdown. Ten, nine, eight—"
Zhou Heng stood in his room, gazing at the lead-gray sky outside the window, his heart heavy. Every instance was a gamble with his life. If luck favored him, he would survive and wait for the next one to open, again and again. If not, he would die. The monsters inside might even devour his body, leaving no corpse behind.
But this time—
He glanced one last time at the message on his phone. I hope immortals truly exist—and that they're willing to protect people. Then perhaps the other players and I can escape Happy Park's sea of suffering—
Whoosh.
The next instant, his vision blurred. When he opened his eyes, he stood