Darkness enveloped this underground space, and the air was filled with a unique smell of dust and loneliness.
The runes engraved on the stone wall are dim and dull. They were once an impenetrable barrier, but now they are showing signs of fatigue.
Lin Yuan stood quietly in the center of the space, his figure like an ancient sculpture, blending into the silence.
His breathing was long, as if every exhalation carried the echo of a hundred years.
Today is the 100th sign-in day.
It's a routine thing, but it has a different meaning of getting to the bottom of things.
Drop.
A soft sound broke the eternal tranquility and echoed in the empty stone room, which seemed particularly abrupt.
[The sign-in system has been bound for a hundred years, and the final 'newbie' gift package has been distributed.
The cold and familiar mechanical sound sounded in Lin Yuan's mind, without any emotion, but it exploded like thunder.
