He went offline immediately, his consciousness detached from the bizarre Monster World, returning to the cold game pod of the real world.
The pod door slowly opened, and he sat up, rubbing his slightly swollen temples.
"Cough cough..." As if suddenly inhaling air full of dust, Xie Yu felt his throat itch and parched, and he couldn't help but cough violently.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt strong discomfort every time he went offline.
In Monster World, every breath felt like sipping cool sweet spring water. The spiritual energy permeating the air was so dense it turned tangible, nurturing his body like a trickling stream, making him feel entirely comfortable and mentally clear.
But, the air in the real world was full of pollution.
Inhaling into the lungs carried a faint astringency, as if oxygen had become scarce.
More importantly was the rhythm of breathing.
