Main World
He Ao raised his head and looked at the bright sky outside the window.
The dark clouds that shrouded the world have receded, and the cold wind has turned into warmth.
He Ao reached out his hand and brushed against the rippling breeze.
His fingertips faintly grazed some ice crystals.
The snow had stopped.
The countdown in his field of view was rapidly turning.
There are still two days until the next dungeon world.
Perhaps the mysticism connection is strong enough that the time in the Historical World and the Main World are synchronized during this event.
Thump, thump, thump—
At this moment, a crisp knocking sound came from the door behind him.
He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked behind him, "Come in."
Click—
The door was pushed open, and a cute but cool-faced girl opened the door. She looked at He Ao and raised the document in her hand, "Sir, the disaster report document."
