The mission had begun.
Objective: Survive (8/2).
Without any warning, just as everyone was looking ahead and each had gained some sense of security, an abrupt message suddenly entered everyone's minds. All eight people present, including the current Chiba, received this information.
This text message in their minds.
The mission had begun? Survive?
That was it?
Nothing else?
When he saw this message, both the current Chiba and his past self almost simultaneously had the same thought arise in their hearts.
In a sense, perhaps this was an instinctive understanding born of the same essence. Their first reactions were actually identical.
Then, while the other six were still stunned, their faces showing surprise, uncertainty, confusion, and even a hint of shock, his past self subconsciously looked toward Xiao Qian. Chiba, who had already completely lost the initiative, also looked in that direction.
No! It should be said that everything his past self saw and felt, even his inner emotions, flowed into Chiba's senses with almost no sense of discord. It should not be said that Chiba also looked over there. It should be said that Chiba looked over there.
Their movements and emotions had completely merged. Naturally, his past self felt nothing unusual, but at this moment, Chiba realized that he seemed to have merged into his past self's consciousness.
Everything his past self experienced would be fed back into his own consciousness, as if what his past self went through was what he himself went through. There was no distinction between them. Though his consciousness was independent, it felt as if his past self were himself, as if he were personally experiencing everything his past self had experienced and feeling all of his emotions and sensations. It was like an extremely profound form of empathy, where the