The line moved at a painfully slow pace, but Alex remained patient. He used the time to observe the cultivators around him, listening to their hushed conversations and absorbing every detail about the environment. Most of the people in this line wore worn out robes and carried anxious expressions, clearly struggling to make a living in this vast Genesis Realm.
After waiting for nearly an hour, Alex finally reached the front of the counter.
The registrar was a middle-aged man who looked thoroughly exhausted by his repetitive duties. He did not even look up when Alex stepped forward.
"Name?" the man asked mechanically.
"Alex," he replied calmly.
"Age and place of origin?"
"I have lost my memory. I only know my name," Alex said, repeating the story he had given to the guards at the entrance.
