It all happened so suddenly, so quickly. Neither Wen Ran nor Xiao Mo could have ever imagined what fate awaited them. In an instant, everything around them plunged into darkness, as though the moon itself had disappeared, leaving the world shrouded in eternal night. Then came the cold—a biting, frigid rush that swept through both of their bodies, its icy touch gnawing at their very core.
What is happening to me? Wen Ran thought calmly, his mind racing but his body remaining still. He didn't panic. He knew the system would never dare to kill him—or would it? He dismissed that unsettling thought, unwilling to focus on something he couldn't control. For now, all he wanted was to understand what was happening to him and Xiao Mo as the system seemed to proceed with some kind of evolution. He could feel a change, but what that change meant, he had yet to figure out.
