The Miserable Unacclimatized Man
Editor: Henyee Translations
After a while, everyone had spent all their points and gone away with the treasures of their desire.
Most of the items on the film of light were exchanged for points, and the catalog disappeared after detecting that everyone had spent all their points.
Immediately afterward, a rippling spatial gate appeared above the circular white altar.
"We've gotten a lot of good stuff, now it's time to go home!" An Lin spoke in a voice giddy with excitement.
Ecstatic smiles were plastered across everyone's faces as they passed through the spatial gate.
The space around them rippled and warped.
Within An Lin's blurred consciousness, he seemed to be able to see a swordsman trudging through the darkness.
The swordsman was constantly fighting, and his strength was godlike in its invincibility. However, he would shed tears to all the warped demonic creatures he killed.