When Shen Yi woke up from the severe pain of the car accident, he heard the most ridiculous system prompt tone.
The blood-stained diploma turned into 0s and 1s and disappeared, and the instrument alarm in the ICU ward was actually a warning of failed login. In this different world called "God's Inspiration", the grass rabbits in Novice Village will spit data poisonous mist, the memories of the real world are flowing in the NPC's eyes, and his wounds are leaking fluorescent blue code - this is not a game at all, but a consciousness prison.
On the night when the SSS-level talent "Time Traveler" was awakened, the elf girl's arrow, carrying the chill of the moon god's curse, penetrated the throat of the world's boss. The thorns emblem on Su Luoli's collarbone resonated with the gilded time marks under his eyes. The exploding bond interface showed a bloody countdown: when the ninth time and space fragment returns to its place, one of the two worlds must be formatted.
Windows system error pop-ups are buried under the humus soil of the Dark Night Forest, and the bookshelves of the Sanctuary Library contain the source code of human civilization. They picked up firearms in the mechanical wasteland, but the bullets were the execution instructions of the anti-virus program; they kissed under the scarlet moon, and their lips and teeth tasted the burnt smell of server overload.
"Every time you reset the skill cooldown, the real heartbeat is one less beat." Su Luoli's bowstring strangled the data storm, and the elf's pointed ears melted, revealing the flickering circuits under the skin. "Shen Yi, are we players or ghosts trapped in the characters?"
