The moment I died suddenly after staying up late continuously, I was dragged into the "liminal space" and became a "marginal player" struggling to survive. In the novice copy, the signs at the high-speed rail station are as blurry as frosted glass, and the old lady suffers from "soul whipping" and her consciousness collapses due to OOC; in the "home" in Changsha, the gentle parents actually covet the brass key I have hidden, and they tear off the disguise as midnight approaches. ; In the silent corridor, swarms of human-faced cockroaches and invisible space cracks are approaching step by step, and the safe house needs to be exchanged for survival time; in the forgotten old street, the earth-bound spirit guards the broken "glimmer", and the little boy uses his soul as a guide to help me continue my hope...
Every dungeon is a gamble of life and death. OOC means soul obliteration. The degree of identity integration determines the probability of survival. And I hold the blood-stained ballpoint pen and the shimmering crystal. In the gap between reality and illusion, I not only want to win a second life, but also uncover the secrets of the liminal space and complete the unfinished obsessions of those forgotten souls. When team copies and camp missions are opened, should you form an alliance with other players, or go it alone amid suspicion? This game with souls at stake has just begun.
