Bang.
Yang Qizhou hammered his fist onto the coffee table.
This goddamned 'Abyss Old God,' killing my character once wasn't enough—now he's corpse-camping me? I'm supposed to be your benefactor, and this is how you repay me?
What the actual hell.
"Your death was so quick that even your teammates' question marks couldn't keep up."
"Your soul has yet again descended to the River of Death. You sense the gaze of unknown entities within the river, but they still have no intention of revealing themselves."
"The light of the blessing flame has dwindled to just one-third, but the cries of the 'Dark Crow of Profane Fortune' remain loud and clear."
"So, the explorer who courted disaster and released the 'Abyss Old God'—"
"Will you use the power of destiny to rewrite the conclusion of your death and return to the land of Old Gods?"
"Or will you wield the power of the Dark Crow to defy fate and go back to the moment of your earlier choice?"
