Pain.
There is no place in my body that does not hurt.
Lin Yuan opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a dazzling scarlet in front of him. It was the last flash of the emergency life support system, like a dying heart making its last struggle.
"System... Report status."
His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and his throat was burning with a rusty smell.
No response.
In the past, the intelligent AI "Morning Star" who always reported all data in standard federal lingua franca was now dead silent.
Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and a chill that was more uncomfortable than physical pain shot from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.
It's over.
"Morning Star? Answer me!" He struggled to sit up, but all the bones in his body seemed to fall apart. The slightest movement made him take a breath of heart-wrenching pain.
