It lights up.
The blue halo spread like a living thing, and a line of words appeared in the center, like an epitaph emerging from the depths of his soul:
[Welcome back, Commander.
Yun Zhao's breathing stopped for half a beat. He originally wanted to copy a video of an old game - the 2027 "Apocalypse Cup" finals. His last operation was officially judged as an "over-limit operation" and his results were cancelled. He wanted to prove that it was not cheating, but a critical breakthrough of genius.
But when his fingertips touched the keyboard, the system actively responded.
It's not an invasion, it's a recognition of ownership.
Severe pain exploded from the middle finger of his right hand - the knuckle that was cut off by a scalpel and replaced with a titanium alloy prosthesis was actually twitching slightly in the virtual interface at this moment. He saw the afterimage of his severed finger drawing an arc in the data stream, just like the "three consecutive instant hits" he used with that finger in the finals - a stunt that was ridiculed as "ghost hand" by the entire network.
He jerked his hand away, but it was already too late.
The screen suddenly flipped over, countless codes poured out like a river of blood, and a shadow flashed past - Shen Ember.
That face was thinner than in memory, with tears on the ends of his eyes, but a smile on his lips. He was wearing the black shirt that Yun Zhao had given him back then, and the cuffs were stained with coffee, just like they were in the training room that day.
"You're finally... Here." Shadow said, his voice sounding like it was coming from the deep sea.
Yun Zhao wanted to shout, but his throat felt like it was being welded shut. He wanted to run away, but his legs were stuck in place.
Just then, he heard the rain outside the door and stopped.
