I Died for the Eighth Time, and the Real World Began to Invade

Shen Zhao died seven times. Each reload removed a piece of his mind—his mother's face, his friend's name, his own past. When I woke up for the eighth time, a line of numbers that did not belong to this world popped up on the system panel: BCI-09. Then he heard the ticking of the heart monitor. Coming from behind a concrete wall where there shouldn't be any sound. Once a second. It was like someone was waiting for him to wake up in another world. When he finally cut off the system with a neural dagger and opened his eyes in a vegetative body in the real world, he found that the virtual world had not disappeared - it began to penetrate into the real world. And his high school classmate Chang Jiaming was unconsciously calling out the name of a virtual personality in his dream. "Don't trade your life for mine." The man named A Jin said. Two worlds, only one can live in. Unless Shen Zhao can find an answer that doesn't require death before his memory is deleted.