Unlike the passengers who had rashly boarded, and unlike the Special Action Group trainees who had mustered the courage to get on without knowing what awaited them, Su Bai knew exactly what the Route 666 Bus before him was before he stepped aboard.
He remembered that he had only come out of the shop late at night for some fresh air. He had planned to walk around University Town, which had several lakeside parks nearby, and find a quiet spot by a lake to rest at an hour when few people were around.
After all, the Mist Shop was wonderful and had almost everything. It simply lacked a little of the flavor of the Real World.
It lacked a gentle breeze, the chill of the night, and the birdsong and chirping insects that could only be heard somewhere quiet.
But Su Bai disliked crowds, being watched by too many people, and meeting too many eyes. That was also why, both before and after his rebirth, he had disliked recruiting teammates to join his organization.
And so the quiet nights of the Real World had become his private garden for leisurely strolls.
This night, however, was a little different. As Su Bai followed the streetlights stretching endlessly ahead along the road, he discovered a thin mist nearby.
And the farther Su Bai walked, the thicker the surrounding mist became. Before long, he realized he was already enveloped in it. Most importantly, his keen senses detected a faint trace of the Red Moon's aura within the mist.
Su Bai was certain that this mist was no ordinary weather phenomenon in the Real World. He had inadvertently walked into a rift between the Real World and the Nightmare World, a place where the two overlapped, like Rainbow Locust No. 1 High School when