C45 Goldenhaired Alice

A golden figure materialized behind him, and in that instant, the system's volume erupted into a cacophony of aggressive static. Xie Yu clamped his hands over his ears, the noise nearly rupturing his eardrums.

The clamor originated from behind him. Struggling, Xie Yu turned to see what was unfolding. The quaint house before him had disintegrated into a ghostly semblance of data fragments