许文亮挣扎着爬起来， backs against the cold stone wall, he slid down. The air in this room was stuffy, mixed with the smell of mice and damp wood. He patted his pockets, found nothing but a torn page from 《武侠之我有辅助器》. The cover illustration of a swordsmanship master with a heroic pose looked mocking.

"Damn it, where is this crap?" he cursed silently, scratching his itchy back.

Just as he was about to tear his hair out, his fingers accidentally touched something cold and smooth in his trouser pocket. It felt like a small, cheap metal pendant. With a frown, he took it out. The pendant was shaped like a half-moon, with no visible string. He fumbled with it, and suddenly, a faint light lit up on it. A simple, cracked screen popped up.

[Welcome to the 'Aid' System.] [Host: Xu Wenliang] [Current Level: 1/100] [Status: Inactive]

Seeing the text, Xu Wenliang almost choked. "A... Aid System?" he whispered, unconsciously rubbing his eyes. "Did I die and enter a VR game or something?"