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Chapter 7: A Deity?
Viya stared ahead, watching a steady stream of people head downstairs. She watched their figures disappear behind the train doors, boarding the massive, clunky metal contraption that would carry them to various parts of the city—like insects crawling along a spider's web.
Panic, numbness… an overwhelming flood of emotions churned her mind into chaos, making it impossible to think.
That presence had come for her—to deal with her, the "weapon."
Viya lowered her head, catching a blurred reflection of herself on the polished floor. Her hollow blue eyes trembled faintly.
She was afraid—terrified.
Tick,
Tock,
Tick,
Voices echoed in her ears. Was it the crisp ticking of a clock? The heavy footsteps of passersby? The rumble of a passing train?
Viya couldn’t tell. Overwhelmed by emotion, she felt her breathing grow labored and her vision blur. The sounds seemed to merge into a cacophony, cramming themselves into her mind all at once.
She wanted to take deep breaths, but the sense of detachment from her body made it impossible.
At that moment, the hazy voice spoke: "Let’s start over."
"This time, don’t wander off."
The voice wasn’t loud, yet it rang with crystal clarity.
Its tone was flat, as if a traveler were calmly stating their request from an equal footing.
And then—
The world responded to this absurd plea.
Pedestrians lugging suitcases, trains already speeding down the tracks, birds in the sky—all within Viya’s sight—began to slow, freeze, and then reverse. Their speed increased until they became mere streaks in her vision.
What… what’s going on? Viya sat there, frozen in confusion.
Time felt like a wild dog, racing off with the world in its jaws while leaving her stranded behind.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet shattered like broken glass.
Weightlessness enveloped her as she plummeted downward.
Into the unknown abyss, all light gradually swallowed, leaving only an endless sensation of falling.
Finally,
She landed on her bed.
"Huh?" Viya blinked, sitting up. After staring around for several seconds, she confirmed she was back in her rented room.
A wave of immense confusion washed over her, so much so that she only now realized control of her body had been returned.
Seeing the open suitcase in the corner, Viya’s heart jolted as if struck by realization. She rushed to the window, yanked the curtain aside, and let pure white moonlight flood the room.
Under the streetlights, the roads were sparsely lit. Her gaze swept past towering buildings toward the clock tower standing in the city center. Its outer ring was divided into thirty marks, and the hands now pointed squarely at nine.
Viya’s pupils dilated, and she covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. She staggered backward several steps before steadying herself against the table.
She had returned to yesterday!
"This… this…"
Viya stammered, unable to form coherent words.
She had initially assumed the mysterious voice belonged to a high-level Ascender, perhaps someone around six or seven rings.
But she was wrong—horribly wrong.
This was beyond the realm of magic. It was nothing short of a miracle!
Thus, the entity controlling her body wasn’t some wandering ghost or manipulative person.
It was a deity—a divine being who gazed down upon the mortal world, transcending all bounds of humanity!
Leaning against the table, Viya muttered dazedly: "You’ve got to be kidding me…"
... ...
In reality.
As Lin Qi waited for the game’s loading progress bar during the save reload, a sharp knock sounded at the door. He minimized the game and shouted toward the entrance: "Coming!"
Opening the door, he accepted the bag from the delivery person, nodded in thanks, and placed the food on the table.
After enjoying a pleasant meal, he silently returned to his desk.
On the screen was a small bedroom. Lin Qi recognized it—the game’s initial spawn point, akin to a safe house. Reloading back to this point was understandable.
He made the character spin around a few times in place before heading out onto the street.
It was late, and only sparse patches of firelight illuminated the roadside, allowing pedestrians to barely make out the path.
"The brightness is a bit low," Lin Qi remarked.
He thought the game leaned too heavily into realism.
With technological advancements, excessive computational power allowed modern games to achieve peak graphical fidelity.
Some obsessive developers even created visuals more hyper-realistic than real life—but at the cost of many players feeling dizzy and nauseous after just minutes of gameplay.
The internet humorously summarized it this way.
Six years ago, developers struggled to optimize games; six years later, they struggle to optimize players.
"Gamma value… bump it up a bit… ah, perfect!"
As the murmur faded, Viya’s vision blurred momentarily. When it cleared, the entire street appeared brighter, almost radiant, and suddenly clear.
But knowing the nature of the mysterious entity, Viya no longer felt surprised by such phenomena—it felt natural.
To a deity capable of casually turning back the hands of time, granting her simple night vision was trivial.
Come to think of it, did any faiths describe deities wielding authority over time?
Viya didn’t know.
She had once considered entering Rothesia Academy through a theology scholarship—good benefits, stipends, and all—but gave up after realizing she couldn’t compete with lifelong zealots raised within religious sects.
Maybe I’ll look into it later… Viya resolved silently.
Her initial panic had vanished.
If it were merely a high-ranking Ascender, she might have worried about ulterior motives, staying alert for survival opportunities.
But facing a divine existence on such a grand scale? There was no need for such concerns.
Worrying wouldn’t help anyway. Why not enjoy whatever benefits came with it? If luck was on her side, maybe her name would appear in some obscure corner of history.
"…"
Lin Qi zoomed out his view, tapping his fingers on the desk, brows furrowed.
His patience was wearing thin.
If there was still no main quest soon, he’d have to escalate things.
Perhaps try slaughtering every NPC in the main city, see if it boosted the frame rate, or tested whether the NPCs respawned endlessly like grass blades.
A cool breeze swept through.
Whether by oversight or not, the mailbox hadn’t been closed, and a pristine white letter floated to the ground.
Viya picked up the envelope sealed with red wax and opened it.
It was an interview invitation.
From Rothesia Academy.
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