The fabric of the virtual universe
I gulped my imaginary saliva down my imaginary throat. The weight of the possibility I just thought of was simply too great for me to accept without fear.
'It wouldn't be that much of a stretch if those waves actually represented mana or something…'
From what I saw before, I was now likely in a different plane of existence than the normal, physical one.
Sure, there was the possibility that I was simply dead, and what I saw was just a projection of my dying brain desperately trying to go against the idea of termination…
But in such a case, there was nothing left for me to do. Nothing I could do to change the outcome, to get out of this strange state. So, out of sheer convenience, I decided to ignore this possibility and focus on the ones that actually bore some semblance of hope.
And it just so happened that the moment this simple realization struck my mind, I felt a faint sense of the main plot pull, the same that I felt while…
While doing what, exactly?