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Rayal stood there, feeling a kind of tremor he had never experienced before. The energy seemed to have its own will, constantly winding and flowing through his body, bringing a familiar yet unfamiliar numbness. The meeting room, which he had thought of as a fortress of reality, now seemed as fragile as thin paper. The walls, tables, chairs, and even the light began to fluctuate, like ripples on the water, constantly spreading, overlapping, and gradually blurring.
Amidst all this distortion, the old man's figure appeared unusually abrupt. He sat there, as if an eternal and unchanging rock. But suddenly, Rayal felt an unknown panic rising within him. His once certain decision now seemed so rash. He began to doubt whether this seemingly kind old man was truly as benevolent as he appeared, or if he was just a devil adept at disguising himself, luring him into an unknown trap.
The sensation in his body became increasingly strange, as if his existence was being gradually pulled away from reality. Rayal felt his body starting to become transparent, then solid again, constantly switching between the two, as if he were being disassembled and then reassembled.
"Don't be afraid, this is the necessary process of transitioning to the Aurendia Continent," the old man's voice pierced through the distorted space, gradually becoming distant yet clear. "This is a journey with no turning back. But remember, no matter what challenges await you ahead, do not give up the light within you. Your courage will be the key to changing the fate of Aurendia."
As the dazzling light gradually faded away, Rayal felt his body also beginning to lose its original texture, as if sand was slowly dispersing in the wind. He was horrified to feel himself disintegrating into countless particles, starting from his toes. However, this sensation was not painful; instead, it carried a wondrous sense of release, as if a long-bound soul had finally gained freedom.
Then, in the final stage of this process, Rayal felt enveloped by an invisible force, and his consciousness was swept away like a torrent, instantly traversing countless light-years. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself floating in a magnificent scene, with an immensely large crystal ball suspended in front of him, emitting a soft radiance that reflected the surrounding illusion of spinning galaxies.
Inside the crystal ball, there are countless shimmering points, like a miniature universe, with each point seemingly containing a story, a journey. Suddenly, the crystal ball emits a loud and harmonious sound. The sound has no specific direction or obvious source, but it clearly resonates in Rayal's ears:
"Welcome, Rayal. This is Orendia, a world far beyond your previous gaming experiences. I am the guide of this world, and here you will embark on a true adventure. Here, you will experience excitement and fun, courage and fear, success and failure. Every choice you make will write your own legend."
The interior of the crystal ball shimmered with light, as if conducting some complex calculation. Then, the resounding voice echoed once again, without a physical form, yet exuding an irresistible sense of authority.
"Now, let us begin, Rayal," the crystal ball spoke like a wise elder. "Your answer will determine your initial path in the world of Orendia. Each path has its unique aspects, and your profession will grant you special abilities. Your choice will determine your starting point."
"First, please tell me, when facing difficulties, do you tend to confront challenges directly or cleverly avoid them?" The crystal ball's question was not just about determining a profession; it seemed to be testing Rayal's inner qualities.
Rayal's heart raced. This was completely unexpected for him, and this choice far exceeded the scope of traditional games. He couldn't help but imagine himself as a warrior wielding a giant sword, or a mage casting spells, or a priest radiating healing light. Each of these professions has its own charm and challenges.
"I will face the challenge," Rayal finally answered, his voice firm and unyielding.
The light inside the crystal ball seemed to echo his response, shining even brighter. "Very well, then. When you are in battle, do you prefer hand-to-hand combat or long-range attacks?" the crystal ball continued to inquire.
Rayal's excitement reached its peak. His decision was not just about choosing a game profession, but more like defining his identity in this new world. Behind each option, there were hidden infinite possibilities, and he would be the explorer of those infinite possibilities.
Rayal felt a surge of excitement in his heart. Although everything in front of him was beyond his understanding, this was the extraordinary journey he longed for. He took a deep breath, looked at the floating crystal ball, and felt full of anticipation for the adventure to come.
The light in the crystal ball flickered weakly, as if preparing to pose the next question. Rayal waited nervously, hoping to learn more about his destiny and potential career path.
Suddenly, the crystal ball asked a question: "Is soy milk considered a type of coffee?"
Rayal was stunned, with a puzzled look in his eyes as they darted back and forth between the crystal ball and the surrounding stars. He thought he had misheard or that there was some error in the crystal ball's system. He cleared his throat and replied softly, "I don't think so, right? Soy milk is made from beans, while coffee is made from coffee beans..."
Before he could finish, the light of the crystal ball suddenly dimmed slightly, and then it posed another bizarre question: "Then, is tea a kind of vegetable soup?"
This time, Rayal finally realized that the crystal ball was not malfunctioning, but was seriously presenting these strange questions. He couldn't help but frown, feeling that this kind of bizarre interview was unprecedented, but he also couldn't help but feel that such questions were really strange, and then replied, "Tea... Tea shouldn't be vegetable soup, tea is brewed from tea leaves, completely different from the concept of vegetable soup."
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