The transition from the 9th floor was not a flash of light, but a slow, suffocating immersion into darkness.
When the portal spat Kang Min out, he didn't find himself in a wasteland or a labyrinth.
He stood in the center of an infinite expanse of polished obsidian.
The floor was a black mirror.
The ceiling was a black mirror.
To his left and right, the walls stretched into a void that reflected his own silhouette a million times over.
『[SYSTEM]: 10TH FLOOR FIRST TRIAL — THE HALL OF THE MIRROR.』
『[TRIAL]: CONFRONT THE TRUTH OF THE SELF.』
『[MISSION]: SURVIVE UNTIL THE REFLECTION FADES.』
『[WARNING]: THE MIRROR COPIES YOUR STATS AND WILL.』
Min stood still.
He adjusted the weight of his blade, the leather of his hilt creaking under his grip. Behind the slits of his mask, his eyes were restless.
The Mirror Hall...
In the Old World, this was where the 'Real' Rankers were separated from the lucky ones. Most people see their own face and freeze.
