But the other players trapped in the black holes were in far less hopeful situations.
Even after entering their worlds, not everyone could let go of their obsessions.
Yin Chao released Luo Lingyue from his embrace. He had spotted more familiar faces.
As though the black holes knew he recognized them, they had spawned beside him.
In a world filled with swirling sand, Bai Xu and Jin Zi hid behind a high wall. Before them lay a man's severed limbs.
As it happened, Yin Chao knew that man too.
It was Zhao Qing.
Only now did Yin Chao realize that the world Jin Zi inhabited seemed riddled with inconsistencies.
Rather than a parallel world, it was more like one of the illusions connected by the black holes.
That was why Zhao Qing, who should have been dead, could come back to life endlessly in that world.
It wasn't because of the cross, nor because of that strange magic circle.
It was simply because this was a world Jin Zi had created-a world with Zhao Qing in it.
Jin Zi was trapped in the barren land where Zhao Qing had died.
She kept imagining what the world that had killed her lover must have been like: monsters, blowing sand, and scorched earth...
Everything had come from her imagination, including Zhao Qing dying before her eyes over and over.
Yin Chao pointed at the black hole before him and told the others he was going in.
When he saw Midnight nod, he stepped inside without hesitation.
Bai Xu leaned against the high wall. Prolonged dehydration and hunger had left him dizzy.
Ever since Yin Chao had disappeared when the alarm last sounded, he had been unable to leave this world.
Perhaps...
Something occurred to Bai Xu, and he turned to look at