"You find them unfamiliar?"
Shi Feng was confused by Liang Jing's words for a moment.
As his assistant, Liang Jing not only handled the day-to-day affairs of Zero Wing's headquarters but also regularly coordinated Divine Realm matters with the vice guild leaders like Bai Qingxue and Water Crimson Rose. She interacted with them frequently—so frequently that her familiarity with the two women actually surpassed his own as guild leader.
They had only been apart for a short while. That hardly qualified as a reason to describe them as unfamiliar.
"Are you saying their aura has changed?" Shi Feng thought for a moment before asking.
A person's aura could shift with changes in knowledge and mental state. Once brain activity broke past previous limits, one's demeanor could genuinely change—he himself was living proof of that.
"No." Liang Jing shook her head, her voice dropping to a hushed, almost creeped-out whisper. "It's that... feeling... like meeting a completely different stranger. It's just that this stranger is wearing their faces."
"Wearing their faces?" A flicker of surprise passed through Shi Feng's mind. He immediately pressed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, absolutely certain!" Liang Jing answered with deadly seriousness.
"Got it." Shi Feng nodded, his tone turning stern. "Consider this matter closed. Just treat them the same as you always have."
"Guild Leader, are Vice Guild Leaders really okay?" Liang Jing asked, still worried.
This kind of change was abnormal by any measure. If something truly went wrong, Zero Wing would be in serious trouble. After all, the guild's daily operations were almost entirely managed by Bai Qingxue and Water Crimson Rose—Shi Feng himself was more of a hands-off figurehead.
"I can't be certain yet," Shi Feng said, shaking his head. "I'm afraid I'll need to see for myself before I can know."
The Spacetime Maze in the Divine Realm was something truly special. Only a handful of players ever encountered it while traversing spacetime corridors. Beyond the maze lay certain mysterious spaces.
These spaces were impossible to analyze, and many players believed they were bugs in the Divine Realm's system.
Every player who entered one of these mysterious spaces would find themselves in an extremely peculiar world. No one knew what kind of world it was. There was no concept of time there—it felt more like a dream.
With only one exception.
Slaughter!
Endless pursuit and killing!
Or hunting others down!
Or endless battlefields!
It was as if countless memory fragments from within the Divine Realm had been woven together into this strange world.
Even if a player was killed, they wouldn't truly die. In that world, pain was never dulled—upon dying in one dream, you simply woke into another, cycling endlessly.
It was even rumored that time itself became completely blurred there.
As the old saying went: *Wake from a single dream, and a thousand years have passed in the world.* In this peculiar world, it was exactly the opposite.
The time players experienced was only the time they personally perceived—not actual elapsed time. Different players trapped inside experienced subjective timeframes ranging anywhere from one year to five or six years. Meanwhile, only a few hours or perhaps days had passed in the real world.
And time was the most terrifying thing in that world. Because time could erode everything—and people were no exception.