Illusion? Reality?

Spring City on December 7 was slightly cold, with scattered snowflakes falling here and there, melting as soon as they touched the ground.

Beasley wore a thin white bathrobe and the complimentary cotton slippers from the hotel. He stepped out of the taxi in a daze.

The stubble on Beasley's face had clearly not been shaved clean, and his brownish-yellow hair seemed slightly curled. Cradling a laptop in his arms, he moved to the front of the taxi the moment he got out and stopped it.

"You can't leave. This—this location is wrong."

The bathrobe-clad Beasley shivered involuntarily from the cold, but he paid no attention to the weather outside. He merely swept his gaze around blankly, as though searching for something.

If the email sent to him by the game's official team was real, there had to be a large event center for upgrading the game near the intersection of Peace Avenue and Triumph Road. At the very least, there should have been a shop.

But there seemed to be nothing here.

To Beasley, the only possible explanation was that the driver had deceived him.

In fact, when Beasley had come to China as an exchange student long ago, he had encountered unscrupulous drivers who took him on detours or dropped him off before reaching his destination.

Piercing horns blared without end. The taxi driver did not try to communicate with this foreigner who looked mentally unstable; he simply raised his right hand and pointed at the road sign by the intersection.

Before long, Beasley walked toward the sign in confusion and made way for the taxi. He then squatted beneath the sign, opened his laptop, and pulled up the email in Great Primordial.

"It really is here..."

Beasley muttered as he looked around.

Not long after, Beasley suddenly