Honghuang: I Became a Tyrant

The sky fell, the ground sank, and the little flower dog disappeared. --- A sharp, ubiquitous tingling sensation plunged deep into his consciousness, as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing every nerve ending at the same time. "Hiss——!" A suppressed gasp of extreme pain rolled in his throat, and his chaotic consciousness was torn open by the severe pain. I opened my eyes suddenly, but my field of vision was filled with chaos and blur. The world was spinning, a huge hum filled the ear canals, and nothing could be heard clearly. Only the sound of his heavy breathing, like a broken bellows, roared in his skull. The violent jolts continued, and the body was beaten as hard as a broken sack. The smell of soil, rotting branches and leaves, and an indescribable strong smell of beasts filled the nostrils roughly. What's going on? Aren't I staying up late to finish the manuscript? What about the computer? What about the keyboard? Is this terrible jolting feeling an earthquake? Chaotic memory fragments stuck into my mind like a broken mirror: the dim light of the computer screen, the pain of fingertips typing on the keyboard, the thick late night outside the window that could not be dissolved... And then This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.