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Blind Spot

[The 34th Galaxy Award for Best Online Novel] [The No.1 on the Science Fiction Literature IP Adaptation Value Potential List (2023)] [The Best Chinese Science Fiction Online Novel] … Have you heard? When the night is deep and silent, if you open your music player, put on headphones, curl up under the covers, and cover your head, listening to the same song on loop. After the loop has played forty-four times and you fall asleep, if you're unlucky, when you open your eyes again, you will no longer be lying in your own bed, but will have entered a bizarre space completely isolated from reality. That space... on the surface, it appears to be places we commonly see, such as one’s own bedroom, the living room at home, the underground garage, the bathroom, the basketball court, construction sites, etc., but if you observe carefully, you'll realize that everything is different...everything. ==== This is the story of an ordinary person, named Common, who after acquiring supernatural abilities, gradually transforms and grows in an alternate world, ultimately reaching the pinnacle of their experience.

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468 Void Two

Dragon Gate Crane stared in shock. Where did that monster come from?!

How did it grow to adulthood so quickly? That's not scientific!?

He stepped back two paces, trembling all over, on the verge of tears.

"No, it's... it's my Flower Language Ability! Haven't any of you checked?! My flower language is a mutated ability, contaminated pyracantha..."

"As long as I get excited, I can keep all allied units around me that I recognize in their peak condition for ten minutes! During those ten minutes, no matter how much they expend, they won't get tired!"

"....."

"...."

The group that was a bit fired up just now was suddenly dumbfounded.

"This ability of yours..." Xindela was at a loss for words looking at the expression on his face, knowing that his excitement was hardly appropriate.

"Then why do you have to watch Sister Tang's?" Xiao Zhong couldn't help asking.

Even he, the usually reticent type, felt there was something wrong and couldn't suppress the urge to complain.