Bai Feng tilted his head as though trying to decode a language he only half-understood.
"Oh… you mean our world," he said at last. Then he called it by a title Victor had never heard in his life.
Victor's mouth fell open.
"…What world?"
Bai Feng repeated the name, unfazed.
Victor stared with a blank look. "That's not a map. That's not a region. That's not even a patch update. What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
The confusion that flooded him was different from ordinary confusion. This was deep and cold. A creeping dread that slithered beneath his skin and whispered that something impossible was unfolding.
Was Bai Feng seriously claiming that he was born in that world?
That he wasn't born here?
That he came from there?
Impossible.
Absolutely, objectively impossible.
Because that would mean Bai Feng was what? A data construct? An NPC? A chunk of programming given life? No—no, no, no. That was insane. Only NPCs originated inside the game world.
