The figure of the Galactic Emperor gradually solidified, with every particle of his beginning to transform into the new particles of the new world, connecting with fresh laws and existing within them. His face was filled with excitement and exhilaration, unable to suppress his curiosity and anticipation. He had imagined countless times what the world he was about to enter would be like, but no matter how he envisioned it, this more advanced world must be more high-end and interesting than the infinite plane he originally inhabited.
Until he saw clearly the environment he was in.
A cramped, narrow room filled with clutter, the clanging renovation sounds coming from downstairs, and the uncomfortable air blown by the electric heater. A greasy youth sitting cross-legged on a worn-out swivel chair, popping pimples while tapping on the keyboard.
