Huh?
There were voices here?
Were there other creatures in this Pocket Dimension?
Xiluo instinctively stirred at the thought.
The surroundings soon came clearly into view.
It was a small space, seemingly only a little larger than a soccer field.
The entire space was as bright as day.
Within this space.
There were also conference tables.
On closer inspection, numbers were engraved on the fronts of these tables.
These numbers were not from the current era, either, but used a notation from at least tens of thousands of years ago that had gradually fallen out of use.
1, 2, 3...
Xiluo counted them. There were twelve conference tables in total.
Behind the tables stood several pitch-black figures.
These dark figures looked as though they were formed entirely from shadows.
Only their eyes were not shadows.
Behind No. 1's table was a shadow with a human form, identifiable as female by her protruding breasts and rounded, uplifted buttocks. She was watching him with interest and a hint of surprise.
Another figure stood behind No. 3's table.
This one's appearance was rather strange.
He had a human body but the head of some kind of beast, and seemed to wear something around his neck. His gaze was somewhat fervent as he looked at Xiluo.
Behind table 4.
There was another person with a woman's form. She seemed to be wearing many things.
Her gaze was very gentle as she looked at him.
Behind table 7.
There was an extremely muscular man. When Xiluo looked at him.
He found the fellow staring fixedly at him, his eyes revealing immense displeasure and murderous intent.
As for Xiluo himself.
He then glanced at the table before him. It was No. 9.
But...
Something was wrong.
The perspective was wrong.
Given his size, looking at these