Four Burning Characters

"Bai Zhu! What the hell did you worship?!"

Milluki clutched his equipment and cowered behind the sofa, his voice cracking.

Bai Zhu had no time to answer him.

After the lights in the room went out, it was not just the suite that fell silent. Outside the window, the harbor also began going dark section by section.

First, the mall sign across from the hotel.

Then, the streetlights along the harbor's main road.

Then, a row of searchlights on the distant docks went out one after another, as if someone had pulled the plug.

Milluki poked his head out from behind the sofa for one look, and his scalp immediately tightened.

"Damn..."

"It's not the room's breaker tripping."

"Bai Zhu, the whole Kik Port is losing power!"

Bai Zhu heard him.

But his field of vision had already been filled by the system panel.

The translucent achievement list shook violently, fine points of light flashing constantly around its edges as if it might explode at any moment.

Buzz—

A low hum drilled through his mind.

Bai Zhu clenched his teeth, the knuckles of the hand gripping his sword hilt turning white.

Countless lines of text began to flood across the panel.

Chinese characters.

Japanese kana.

Several ancient scripts he had seen before but could not recognize.

And a mess of strange symbols, their lines twisted together until staring at them too long made his head swell.

The words crashed downward like a waterfall, too fast to make out.

Bai Zhu stared without blinking.

He did not dare blink.

This was not some ten-pull guaranteed draw in a gacha game.

This was the most important draw he had gotten since transmigrating.

If he drew well, his life would be set from here on out.

If he drew badly, he might really