Klein felt miserable and lost. He had just tried the luck-transfer ritual, but instead of going home, he had arrived in a land of grey mist and pretended to be a great being.
He had even held a little meeting for two other people.
"I can't go back for now."
Klein pressed his fingers to his temples, momentarily adrift.
"From now on, my name is Klein."
Before crossing over, he had been Zhou Mingrui.
"That place really was incredible. It connected people in different parts of the world, thousands of miles apart or more, and let them talk face-to-face."
Klein tried to turn his attention to something else. The gathering he had just hosted was the obvious choice.
"Uh, why does that feel so familiar?" Klein paused, then laughed. "Wasn't that just an online social platform?"
That only made Klein more melancholy. He wondered whether he would ever get to use QQ or WeChat again.
Would he ever chat idly in a group, send risqué pictures—ahem, send uplifting Righteousness pictures—again?
[ Ding! You have been selected as a prospective member of the Chat Group! Once twelve full members have voted, you will either gain or lose the right to join the Chat Group! ]
The moment Klein finished that thought, a cold system notification sounded beside his ear.
Klein jumped in fright and looked around nervously. He had only just hosted a mysterious meeting, and now a mysterious event was happening to him?
After a long, tense while, Klein was certain the voice had sounded inside his head!
How could any normal person do that? If this wasn't a mysterious event, he would eat all the staple foods he had used for the luck-transfer ritual!
But the voice said nothing more for a long time, leaving Klein bewildered.
"Did that