The raindrops were like torn silver threads, hitting the tempered glass of the abandoned sanatorium diagonally, leaving meandering water marks and blurring the lead-gray sky outside the window. Pei Yu was lying in the cold-glow old life-support cabin. The paint on the surface of the cabin had peeled off, revealing the mottled metal underneath. It made a low "buzzing" sound when it was running, much like the sound of an old ventilation fan deep in Rusty Alley. His fingertips lightly touched the new terminal embedded in his wrist. The dark blue light of the screen reflected in his eyes, and the beating words "New Era Agreement" flickered on and off, like a dormant eye.
The nutrient solution from the life-sustaining cabin was being injected into his veins at an extremely slow speed, and the cold touch spread along the blood vessels to his heart - the spiritual erosion there was already as entangled as a vine, and every beat brought a slight sting, reminding him that this residual body was already overwhelmed. With his eyes closed, he could clearly hear the sounds of the entire nursing home: the dripping sound of water pipes in the corner, the whining sound of the wind blowing through the broken windows in the distant corridor, and the hissing sound of the air discharged from the cabin's cooling vents colliding with the air. These sounds mix together to form a fine network
But isolation is just a symptom. His "faith and reputation" ability has never been truly silent. It is like a fire buried underground. As long as there is a hint of wind, it can ignite a prairie fire. At this moment, countless tiny threads of reputation are gathering from all corners of the planet. Some are as warm as candlelight and are the devout prayers of believers; some are the devout prayers of believers;
