The player dormitory of Galaxy Club, once a noisy and crowded space, is now as empty as a forgotten mausoleum.
The air was filled with the unique, dry and slightly decaying smell of dust, mixed with the smell of energy drinks and sweat that had not yet dissipated.
The sun shines through the cracks in the undrawn curtains, cutting a dazzling light beam. Countless dust particles fly silently in the light beam, like ashes of a memorial ceremony.
Lin Mo stood at the edge of the light beam, his figure stretched very long and cast on the cold floor.
His movements were very slow, almost stagnant.
Every time he bent down and every time he reached out, there was a deliberate caution, not because the item was precious, but because of the pain trapped by the gray-black protective gear wrapped around his right wrist.
The five fingers of his right hand were curled up slightly unconsciously. Even through protective gear and clothing, it could be seen that it was not a naturally relaxed posture, but a defensive curling caused by continued stiffness and dull pain.
With his left hand, he folded several pieces of regular clothes and stuffed them into a semi-old suitcase. His movements were clumsy, far less smooth and precise than when he controlled the character in the game "Realm".
"Clang-"
A sudden metal collision broke the dead silence, scratching the eardrums sharply.
