I died for 37 seconds.
During those 37 seconds, I saw the Abyss Game, a terrifying trial built by a higher-dimensional civilization.
120,000 players entered. The survival rate was less than 4%.
There was only one rule: clear the game, or die for real.
Everyone was desperately trying to improve their strength, agility, and mental power.
I chose another path: intelligence.
In the first instance, 15 people entered and 6 died.
I was one of the 9 survivors because I noticed a detail everyone else missed:
The bride’s tears were fake.
In the second instance, 20 people entered and 8 died.
I survived again because I understood the constellation tattoo on the dead man’s body that everyone else had overlooked.
The third instance…
They call me the “Abyss Observer.”
But clearing the game isn’t my goal.
My goal is to…
tear this game apart.
