As soon as Alex stepped into the rift, his world warped. Colors twisted into black, sound dissolved into silence, and the ground beneath him vanished.
He was falling—endlessly. The sensation stretched for minutes, maybe longer, the weightlessness gnawing at his senses.
But Alex's expression beneath the mask stayed calm. His breathing was steady, though his mind was sharp, his instincts roaring like alarms.
'Stay alert. The moment I let my guard down, that's when something will hit.'
Then, the darkness split.
Dozens of glowing windows flashed in front of his eyes—system-like, but not his own.
{ A new entry has been confirmed.
Candidate number: 973763293837731.
Welcome to the Tower of Ascension. }
{ Your current ranking is: 973763293837731. }
{ Current authority: Level 1. }
Alex's brows furrowed. "What the hell is happening?"
His system's voice answered, quieter than usual. [ I wish I knew, host. ]
