A Game Called 'Reality'

[Night, in an unknown cave on Longevity Island]

Grease from the roasted beast leg dripped onto the fire, producing soft sizzling sounds. Orange-red firelight danced across the cave walls, stretching and shrinking the two men's shadows.

Chen Kong pinched the bandage around his arm. The cotton cloth carried a faint herbal scent.

It was not the pungent smell of a Star Energy Potion, but more like the fresh fragrance of some wild plant. Mi Yao had clearly picked it nearby on the spot.

He picked up the beast leg from the banana leaf. Its skin was charred, fragrant, and crisp, while the meat within was unexpectedly tender after he bit into it, carrying a faint salty, fishy taste of seawater.

After resting for a while, the dizziness caused by the poison had faded considerably.

But the spot on his back where the Rotten Vine Corpse had struck him still throbbed faintly. Every movement tugged at his ribs, making him frown despite himself.

Yet compared to all that, what Chen Kong truly cared about was the situation at the landing point.

He clearly remembered that not long after he left, a tremendous commotion had erupted over there.

Though he knew Tiandao's current strength was absolutely far beyond anything he could imagine.

Wilfred's power was equally plain for all to see.

Thinking of this, Chen Kong's thoughts gradually drifted away.

Not far across from him, Mi Yao leaned against a rock at the deepest part of the cave. His headphones hung around his neck as he held a game console in both hands, playing intently.

But halfway through, Mi Yao caught sight of Chen Kong's miserable expression from the corner of his eye and could not resist making a cutting remark. "Don't furrow your brow like some little old man. So what