Fu Tian turned his head stiffly and saw a slightly green face, that of his college roommate, Fatty Wang. Looking around again, I saw the familiar layout of the dormitory, with posters of the game "God's Domain" on the walls. The players on the posters were still members of the championship team three years ago. He suddenly lowered his head and looked at his hands. They were white, strong, and without any scars. They were not at all like the hands that were burnt black by supernatural powers before he died.
