Chapter 159 - Contemporary Murim

"Ah," Re'Kha felt confused for a couple of seconds before she understood her situation. As she had endured through it, midnight arrived, resetting Earth while helping her inhabit the body of another individual.  As the same day was repeated, it meant the scene she was in a minute ago hadn't even occurred now. But unfortunately for her, she couldn't wait until it happened. For, the moment it was 9:20 AM, she would be automatically transported out of Earth.

Her surroundings were dark, preventing her from seeing anything, thanks to the power cut. It seemed the power cut happened late into the night daily. So, the darkness prevented her from judging her surroundings.

She then touched the surface she was upon, feeling its softness as the related memory gushed into her. It was a bed, and as Re'Kha probed around in the dark, upon every contact, the related memory flowed into her mind, allowing her to understand her situation better.

Finally, she gathered enough information to trigger the character's memory, just for a short moment where she was able to know the position of the mobile phone. It was only now did she feel a sort of heaviness on her head, one that felt like a burden to her.

But as she didn't know what it was, Re'Kha didn't rashly remove it, searching for the phone first. She craned her hands, reaching a spot next to the bed based on memory, and finally grabbed hold of the character's mobile.

She switched it on, noticing the time first as she heaved a sigh of relief.

00:02 AM!

It meant she had avoided a potential death of her character and saved herself from obtaining a lot of damage points. She then gazed into the lock screen on the phone, noticing how it was the image of a pretty girl in her late teens.

The moment she saw the image, the related memory rushed into her mind, allowing her to know the phone's password. She unlocked it and adjusted its brightness, switching on its torchlight as she clicked a picture of herself.

The technology was tremendously developed in the year 2031, allowing her to perfectly capture the image of a person in dim lighting without the least sacrifice in image quality. Moreover, the camera was also able to imbue the feeling of depth into the image, even going to the extent of creating a 3D model.

Re'Kha moved her image in the picture, getting an idea of her appearance thanks to the 3D avatar. She was currently a boy in his late teens, one that was living with his parents as he commuted to a local university.

It seemed he had recently joined a gym, and hence maintained a fairly passable physique. He was also tall, almost reaching 180 centimetres in height. Re'Kha then focused on the headgear her character was wearing, looking at it as she zoomed into the 3D image.

She then noticed the words printed on it in small font, reading it aloud, "Contemporary Murim."

Re'Kha frowned, 'What does this mean.'

No matter what, she was unable to understand it. After all, unlike the other objects, no information flowed into her mind when she looked at the headgear. It was shaped similar to a helmet, covering the entirety of her face.

Re'Kha had been seeing through the glass panel that was over her eyes. It was why she was able to see. Moreover, the headgear wasn't heavy, barely weighing 50 grams. It was the reason she hadn't felt its existence at the start.

The headgear seemed to have been designed to suit the user's comfort. Moreover, it seemed to have been customised to suit the individual. Hence, it perfectly fit her character.

Re'Kha was surprised when the familiar influx of information didn't occur. This was the first time she faced this. Moreover, this was the first time she had seen such headgear. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ɴovᴇlꜰirᴇ.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Re'Kha flashed the torchlight of her phone around the room, noticing how more than half the area of the room was occupied by a hexagon-shaped platform. The platform had a height of 10 centimetres while its top surface was concave. It consumed an area equivalent to a circle with a radius of two metres. It was considerably large.

Complex patterns seemed to be engraved on it, for reasons unknown to her. After all, when she looked at the platform, she received no information. Re'Kha then walked towards the platform, thinking for a moment before taking a step on it, noticing how her headgear activated automatically.

She heard the familiar sound, but this time, it resounded through the headgear as a feminine voice echoed in her ears.

<Ding>

<Initiating System Database>

<Verifying User…>

<Access Denied>

"What…is this?" She frowned, feeling like it contained deeper secrets that she was unaware, but was something incredibly valuable. The headgear automatically switched off as Re'Kha was unable to hear anything else.

She stood on the hexagonal platform, nothing happened. She descended and climbed above it once again, watching the headgear activate. But just like the first time, it repeated the same statements before switching off.

"Let me finish my Quest first." Re'Kha looked at her phone, noticing how it had a data connection, allowing her to access the internet. She immediately accessed it and began to search for personal information about Chaya, starting with her social media.

Re'Kha had controlled Chaya's character during her second exploration. So, she was familiar with Chaya's habits and knew many details about her. After all, she had spent a lot of time in that body, accessing a tremendous volume of information related to her as a result.

So, she was confused about one thing: How did Chaya become so different? As the same day was repeated, it meant such a quality had been brewing forth within her from long ago. But, what was the reason for it?

How could someone normal turn into a serial killer with no rhyme or reason? Re'Kha also recalled how the people she fought against lunged on Chaya immediately, intending to kill her without hesitation. Moreover, they also seemed to know her.

Overall, Re'Kha was assured there was a deeper, complicated reason.