Apocalipse: Sorteei um Talento de Nível S e estou levando a ascensão da Estrela Azul

[Oh my God! Unlawful imprisonment is a jail time offense!]

[? Where is this? I want to go home, *sob sob*, I want my mom...]

[Let me out! What on earth is this place? Is this a prank?]

[Help!]

[I'm going to call the police and have you arrested! Let me out now!]

[Liu Wei! Are you there? If you are, reply to me!]

......

Message after message flashed by, scrolling up before she could even read them clearly.

Ning Yun stared at the chat box in the bottom-left corner, her fair, delicate face wearing a grave expression. Her almond eyes, which usually curved with smiles, were now slightly narrowed as her mind raced.

Pursing her lips, she did not join the others in venting their emotions in the chat channel. Instead, she carefully examined her surroundings.

She was currently inside a cramped thatched cottage. The low ceiling gave off a suffocating, oppressive feeling.

At a rough glance, the entire room was less than five square meters. It was completely bare and empty, devoid of any furniture. Even a mouse would sigh at the sight of it.

Through a small window, she could see only pitch darkness outside.

There was also a narrow door, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, which was currently tightly shut.

Just staying inside the room felt suffocating. To make matters worse, there were no lights, leaving the room shrouded in darkness.

Looking down, she realized she was not wearing her usual pajamas. Unbeknownst to her, they had been replaced by a gray tracksuit—long sleeves an