An ordinary apartment in Brooklyn, all kinds of wine, takeaway packaging, old clothes, and messy floors. Simply put, except for the trash can, there are garbage everywhere. The TV is on, but the only thing that is broadcast is meaningless morning advertisements. The air is filled with the smell of alcohol that lasts for a long time. It is obvious that last night was a booze night.

A young girl was lying half-lying on the sofa, holding half-** whiskey in her hand. She looked like she had been hangover all night and had not woken up until now. However, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes that had not yet dried up.

Some pain cannot be escaped even in dreams. Jessica has experienced such pain. What does it feel like to fall in love with a demon and become a slave to a demon? A writer in reality once gave an incisive answer. That is the nineteenth level of hell.

Jessica once fell to the 19th floor of hell. Then one day, she was suddenly dragged back to the world. The Purple Man was destroyed by Hermione for a long time before she was sure that she had indeed escaped from hell. But that kind of pain was deeply engraved in her heart. She locked herself in the room and drank all day long. She tried to numb her nerves with drunkenness and dreams and death to make herself forget that pain. But the more you want to forget about memory, the more you can forget it. The tears at the corners of Jessica's eyes are the best proof.

A knock on the door sounded, and Jessica, who was half drunk and half awake, didn't even make any effort. She said directly.

“No one in the house.”

The door was silent for a moment, and the knocking sounded again. The sound was neither too fast nor too slow, but there was no intention of stopping. Jessica finally couldn't help it. She got up angrily and walked to the door. She pulled the entire door down with her right hand.

"Whatever you want to sell? Disappear in front of me right now."

However, the man outside the door did not seem to feel anything strange about her breaking the door with bare hands. He just took out something like an invitation letter.

"Ms. Jessica, I only represent the Magic Council to send you this invitation letter. Please rush to the foot of the Volcano Mountain in Yellowstone Park tomorrow afternoon before four o'clock. Then you can enter with the invitation letter. At that time, you will experience an unprecedented fantasy journey."

"Magic Council, what's that? Is it a certain sp show? I don't."

Before she finished speaking, Jessica was stunned. Because she suddenly realized that the man in front of her had disappeared at some point. Jessica shivered and woke up most of the drunkenness.

"Yellowstone?" Jessica murmured to herself. But the next second, she picked up the wine in her hand and took a sip.

"No matter what, let's get drunk first." Jessica drank so hard, and walked towards the sofa again, ignoring the door she had removed.

Erica woke up in a bedroom with oriental color. Unlike other girls, she did not check whether she had received the invasion as soon as possible. Instead, she quickly checked her weapon. When she touched the double fork and was right beside her, she finally gave her a breath. The weapon was still there, and whether it was useful or not, it could give her a little confidence.

She stood up and looked at the bedroom carefully. The typical style of East and West. The Chinese-style large bed, paired with Western decoration, seemed a bit out of place. She walked to the door and pushed the door gently. Unexpectedly, the door actually opened.

Outside the door was a corridor, and some people were walking around. They were wearing weird robes and greeting her when they passed by, as if it was natural for her to appear here. Erica was confused by everything in front of her. She couldn't help but wanted to hold someone hostage and ask clearly. But in the end she still held back.

That similar standard robe made her recall the figures before she was unconscious. If nothing unexpected happens, these people are magicians. I guess they can't get it.

Seeing that no one restricted her, Erica began to walk around here. She was in the corridor and there was a wide hall in front of her. Two and hundreds of people gathered here. Many of them seemed to be exchanging something. Some people entered the room opposite together, as if talking about something important.

This looked like an underground intelligence trading center of some kind. However, the weirdness in it was far from being described in words. At first glance, Erica saw at least twenty people who were not human-shaped. There were also some people with human-shaped but blood-shaped eyes. They felt their eyes and looked at themselves greedily. But after they found that they came out of the corridor, they immediately withdrew their eyes. There was even a hint of horror flashing across their faces.

The shrewd Erica instantly understood the key. Combined with the magicians who were back and forth in the corridor, there was no doubt that this was the magician's territory, and she was recognized as a magician.

Understanding this, Erica became even more unscrupulous. She walked unscrupulously to a place opposite the hall that looked like an exit. However, as soon as she reached the door, a voice stopped her.

"Miss Erica, are you leaving so soon? You only slept for less than four hours, and the paralysis effect on your body has not been completely eliminated. Leaving now does not seem to be the best choice."

"What if I insist on leaving?" Erica began to feel that the other party seemed to be asking for him. Her tone also began to try to be tough.

"Then of course we will respect your wishes. But in that case you will lose a chance forever."

"What opportunity?" Erica was curious.

"It's not yet time. There are still a few contestants who haven't arrived. So, it's still a little while."

"It turns out that I was not the only one who was invited."

"I said, it's just an opportunity. Opportunities have to be won by yourself."

“Can I know what rewards are there?”

"strength."

"I'm starting to be interested."

Colleen's remote gym welcomes a well-dressed female lawyer, Jerry Hogarth.

"A week ago, you broke into the Rand Group and called yourself Daniel Rand. Do you know what that means?"

"I just told the truth, but they drove me out. So, are you going to sue me on behalf of the Rand Group? If that's the case, the government may have to assign a lawyer to me. I really can't afford to hire a lawyer now."

"Do you know me?" The female lawyer suddenly said something stupid, which made Daniel stunned.

"Should I know you? Wait, it looks familiar. I met you in the company when I was a child. You used to work for my father. You are Miss Jerry."

“Where is my office?”

"I think you don't have an office. You are my father's personal legal counsel, but you are not in the company."

"When you were a kid, we had a secret. Remember?"

"Of course I remember, we secretly agreed that every time you come to the company, you will bring me a bag of chocolate beans. I will hide it in the first drawer of my father's desk. He never uses that drawer."
Chapter completed!