"Hey, handsome, wanna buy a disc?"
Luo Di suddenly shook his head, refocusing his vision.
The scene before him was so familiar: a tall man with dyed yellow hair presenting his good stuff.
Luo Di first glanced back at the elevator behind him, then at the freshly burnt candle in his hand, confirming that this was just after he stepped out of the elevator into the "Special Sale."
Was it a distortion in time or an illusion technique affecting him right after he exited the elevator?
As Luo Di attempted to recall the recent events, he found his memory somewhat blurred, as if covered by something, torn and disassembled.
Even as tentacles sprouted between his Game Brain to deeply dig into his memories, it was in vain.
All he remembered was blue glass and a book... a strange book, and deep within the book, it seemed there was someone. Fortunately, before the memory completely faded, the tentacles managed to grasp a critical memory fragment.
