The game began.
Lin Feng stood still.
As his five senses connected to this place, all he felt was a murderous chill.
He was waiting for the music and quests that came after the cutscene.
The date, the time, the location, the characters.
The game had begun, and he knew absolutely nothing.
He felt like a rat trying to grab a turtle, with nowhere to sink his claws.
Yet he stood there so long that the wolves outside sensed the ancient presence within and fled, whining with their tails tucked.
He stood there until every evil thing around him had been dragged into the darkness and eaten.
With a casual touch, he sent the Bonfire leaping high.
The ruined temple grew warm.
Nothing else around him changed.
Nothing changed at all? Where was the text?
Lin Feng gave a puzzled hum. This game really did know how to surprise him.
He had inherited none of this game character's memories.
Strange.
Where are the game prompts? All I get is four words: Northwest Soul-Calling?
After checking repeatedly, he confirmed that he could receive no quests or information for now.
He sat down again and glanced toward the distant mountain caravan.
Any caravan that dared travel at night in this weather, at this hour, had to be a sizable party with skill and something to rely on. They might even have swordsmen or an escort agency guarding them.
Lin Feng checked everything on him.
He discovered that the Fire Lance and Painted Skin had not come with him. Those two things apparently did not count as "parts of his body."
They had not yet been refined into something like his own "arms," so he could not bring them over.
Everything else had come with him, especially his bonded Magical Artifact, the Eighth