Vista-se! Senhor Supremo

In a haze, Xi Ning slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself surrounded by the most barren landscape imaginable. There was no water, not even a single plant—not a blade of grass, not a patch of moss. The world was utterly lifeless, suffocated by desolation. Where was she?

She looked up at the sky: a black expanse overhead, devoid of clouds, scattered with countless stars, as if she had landed on some forsaken planet.

Raising her hand, she saw it was as transparent as mist. Through her palm, galaxies shimmered in the distance.

How could this be? Was she dead? Only souls were supposed to be transparent, weren’t they?

But who was she?

Xi Ning searched her memory, but found nothing. It was as if she had lost all recollection; all she knew was her own name—Xi Ning. No matter how hard she tried to recall, everything else eluded her.

Her age, whether she had family, her past—every detail was a terrifying blank.

Suddenly, a beeping sound broke the silence, followed by a cold, emotionless voice: “Awake?”

“Huh? Who’s there?” Xi Ning looked around, but all she saw were rocks of various sizes and a fine layer of powdery dust.

A dismissive snort came from the voice, now unmistakably male, tinged with disdain and impatience. “If you’re awake, go do your task. Go on, get out of here!”

Before Xi Ning could make sense of it, she felt a sharp kick to her waist. She barely managed a yelp before the world spun around her and everything went dark.

When sensation returned, she found herself lying face down, arms folded under