"System prompt: Welcome to "Echoes of the Abyss", your immersive apocalyptic survival game has been activated."
"Warning: This game contains an extremely high mental stress index. If you experience symptoms such as cognitive confusion, loss of reality, or hearing unknown whispers, please log out immediately and contact the psychological intervention center. I wish you a happy game - of course, if you can still feel happy."
After Chen Mo read the last line of the scarlet disclaimer, he clicked the "Confirm" button without hesitation. The screen dimmed, then slowly lit up, and a new line of text appeared:
"Connecting to the neural interactive interface for you... First login detected... Character being generated..."
"Generation completed. Welcome, Pioneer."
His vision was swallowed up by a thick darkness, and then a feeling of weightlessness gripped him. There are no dazzling light effects, no exciting music, just a quiet pressure similar to the sinking of the deep sea, squeezing in from all directions. I don't know how long it took, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few centuries, before Chen Mo's feet touched the "ground" - if that moist, soft, and organically rhythmic touch could be called the ground.
The darkness faded, and the sight that greeted him took his breath away.
He stood on the edge of a towering "cliff" made of some kind of pale bone and crawling flesh. Below is a bottomless abyss, filled with thin, phosphorescent mist. What hangs in the sky is not the sun and the moon, but several huge, slowly pulsating dark red "organs" that cast orders.
[Laughing] I usually don't comment casually, and the novels I comment on are all okay.