"What exactly happened between you and Ancestral Dragon during this game thirty years ago?"
The old man looked at the line of text on the computer, and a trace of memory, a trace of pain, seemed to break through his usually impassive facade.
"Thirty years, thirty years ago..." he muttered to himself, as some memories he found hard to revisit gradually resurfaced in his mind.
Thirty years earlier:
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! A piercing ringtone startled Luo Sen awake from his sleep, his mind still in a fog. He lay on his platform bed for a while before realizing that he was no longer in the labor reform farm but lying in the narrow bed in a basement.
The negative effects of yesterday's experiment still troubled him, but he dared not lie in any longer. Supporting his tired brain, he climbed out of bed, aware that this was not a place that brooked any reasoning.