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When that dazzling beam of light shot out from the crystal ball, like a silver sword piercing the sky, penetrating Rayal's body, he was immediately surrounded by an indescribable shock. This tremor not only touched his skin, it deeply implanted into his marrow, shaking his soul. His feet left the earth, freed from the shackles of the mundane world, his body began to lose control of gravity, slowly ascending, and then, under the pull of an unseen force, he began to spin.
Rayal at this moment was like a chosen dancer, freely dancing on the stage of emptiness, following the melody of destiny. His spinning was not disorderly, each rotation seemed to follow an ancient rhythm, the rhythm of the universe, the melody of the stars, leaving mysterious runes within him with each turn.
At this moment, the crystal ball is like a rapidly spinning vortex, with clusters of radiance emanating from its core. Its interior resembles a busy factory, busily conducting calculations and analysis. The radiance gradually forms intricate patterns, each resembling a code that needs to be deciphered. Around Rayal, the particles in the air seem to be influenced by these patterns, gradually condensing into visible runes.
During this lengthy yet fleeting transformation, Rayal feels as if his heart is about to leap out of his chest, its rhythm rapid and powerful, as if in silent communication with some mysterious force. Despite his body spinning at high speed, his thoughts are unusually clear. He can sense that this is not just a simple transformation, but a thorough metamorphosis, a leap from mortal to extraordinary.
In the end, after what seemed like an endless amount of time, the light and spinning came to a halt simultaneously. Rayal descended slowly, his feet returning to the earthly realm, but this time, he was a remarkable presence. He carefully examined his body and limbs, outwardly appearing unchanged, but deep within, a profound transformation had taken place. His senses became acute, able to perceive the energy flow around him clearly. Each breath seemed to draw in the power of the universe, and each heartbeat resonated with the rhythm of new life.
The crystal ball now resembled a tranquil clear sky, its radiance subdued, leaving only a faint glow reminiscent of distant stars. Rayal rested his hands on his knees, each breath feeling like an exploration of his new flesh, each exhale seemingly more vibrant than before. His chest swelled with an uncontrollable excitement, a longing for the unknown, a yearning for power, and an anticipation of a completely new life.
Suddenly, a row of floating text appeared in the empty space in front of him. "Welcome to the game world of Aurendia Continent, where you will..." Rayal quickly scanned through those words. He was not unfamiliar with the opening of this kind of game world; every game start would have a similar introduction. But his mind was not on these trivial words at the moment. What he wanted was to dive directly into the embrace of this new world, to explore, to battle, to grow.
His finger lightly flicked in the air, and those introductory words scattered like dandelions blown by the wind, quickly disappearing. Rayal felt a sense of urgency, but in the next moment, his eyebrows raised because an unexpected message appeared before him - "Recharge 888 now and get the strongest divine equipment, the Dark Domain Destruction Set..."
He couldn't help but pause for a moment, as this news was completely at odds with the ancient and mysterious expectations he had. It turned out that even in this world, there was no escape from the temptations of money and the commercial atmosphere of reality. Rayal felt a slight sense of disappointment, but quickly shook off this emotion. Regardless, he had come here to become a hero, not to become a pay-to-win player. Taking a deep breath, he decided to cast aside these trivialities and temptations. He wanted to leave his own legend in this world through his own strength, rather than gaining false fame through recharging.
At this moment, the career menu on the interface sparkled as if countless shining dreams were waiting for Rayal to illuminate. However, when he clicked "My Career" with inexplicable excitement, a line of text extinguished all his enthusiasm like a cold shower: "Wanderer." This word struck him hard, as if a mischievous god of fate was proving his helplessness.
Next to it, there is a detailed description with a hint of sarcasm about this identity: "Wanderer, the forgotten child of Orindia, a soul wandering between prosperity and ruins. Their home is just an occasional shelter under the stars, with no walls, no warmth, and no hope for tomorrow. These are the forgotten characters of fate, wrapping their fragile hearts in flimsy excuses, carrying a heart that relies on the charity of others, holding onto a glimmer of survival."
Rayal's professional image is depicted vividly, as if he is the homeless shadow wandering in the dusty streets and alleys. His clothes barely cover his body, and they are like tattered rags, filled with the dust and mud of the streets. The dirt on his face is not only visible to the naked eye, but also seems to reflect the chaos and desolation of his inner world. Their inconspicuous existence seems like it could be forgotten by this busy world at any moment.
And the description of this profession is so ironic that it even includes some self-mockery: "In the continuous wandering, they have weathered the storms. Hunger is their frequent companion, and being beaten is an unavoidable fate. But precisely because of such trials, their endurance far surpasses that of ordinary people, like stubborn rocks on the mainland, enduring wind and rain, unyielding."
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