Lin Qingfeng chose to start over.
The surrounding scenery began to warp as a sense of weightlessness washed over him. Light and shadow churned, and a moment later, the scene coalesced once more.
When the soles of his shoes once again touched solid ground, Lin Qingfeng opened his eyes and nearly let a curse slip out.
The same front gate.
The same "Lin Mansion" plaque.
The same angle. Even the stone ball held in the mouth of the stone lion by the gate hadn't moved an inch.
Worst of all, there was still no "skip cutscene" option, nor was there a fast-forward button.
'Are you kidding me? Don't tell me you're pulling that "skipping the cutscene is skipping life" garbage. Can't we inherit some of the *good* stuff? Why inherit the trash, too?! What's next, are you going to make me watch a thirty-second ad to revive a teammate? Snap out of it!'
'As expected, all crows under the sky are black. Game designers are all black-hearted.'
