When the Stars Became Memories

They told me this was the Immortal Realm.

To become an immortal, you first have to mine for three years.

I believed them.

Until I saw a coworker who failed to meet his quota executed on the spot, his body dissolving into specks of light.

The overseer smiled and said, “Don’t envy him. He’s gone home.”

Until I realized that my companion, who always went out alone late at night, was acting more and more suspiciously...

This isn’t the Immortal Realm.

It’s a place you can enter, but almost never leave alive.

And I’m either the next prey, or... the only one who can break this deadlock.