In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
In the sealed black box, Qing Chen had movies to watch and a strong will to endure, but Liu Dezhu absolutely could not bear it.
According to Lin Xiaoxiao's estimate, this guy would break down after more than 48 hours.
To be honest, if any other sophomore were in Liu Dezhu's position, they certainly wouldn't be stronger than him.
However, this guy was greedy and fearful of death; if he weren't just an ordinary high school student, he possibly deserved a more dire fate.
In Qing Chen's view, if this guy had stopped goofing around a few hours earlier and checked the communicator, the incident at Laojun Mountain would have never happened.
In the dim corridor, Liu Dezhu's pleas for mercy echoed, but Qing Chen was utterly unmoved.
As Lin Xiaoxiao said, he had already crossed the hardest hurdle in his mind, knowing now how to face that cruel, cold world.