Darkest Hour (Part 2)

Chapter 772: 477. Darkest Hour (Part 2)

Jiao Ziniu had been feeling that something was off lately.

Was it just that everyone had a low period every month, or was it because he had not touched a game in an entire month? Lately, he could never seem to focus.

He sat by the dining table, watching message after message pop up on his terminal, and unconsciously drifted off again.

As the runner-up of the Individual Match, plenty of media outlets and platforms wanted to sign him. The offers were all excellent, yet Jiao Ziniu still felt that something was wrong.

Ever since the end of Whispers of Contempt in Version 1.0, he had fallen into this state: constantly doubting whether everything around him was fake.

Food tasted unfamiliar when he ate. When he walked through the streets, the scenery at the roadside looked like texture maps. People shoving and fooling around with one another felt, to him, like low-quality 3D models colliding.

Have I played too many games? Jiao Ziniu covered his forehead. Even his anxious, bewildered face reflected in the soup before him looked utterly unfamiliar.

Is that me? Am I supposed to look like that? My skin, my appearance, my expression... why does it feel different from the thing in the reflection?

"The soup is about to go cold. Would you like me to take it back and heat it up?"

The synthetic nanny reminded him.

Jiao Ziniu heard nothing. After a long silence, he reached out and picked up the bowl, but instead of drinking the soup, he kept running his fingertips back and forth along the porcelain rim.

Am I too obsessed with games... or have I always lived inside a game?

Like those NPCs and natives, we were all virtual data living behind filters.

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