"I'm never playing again!"
It was Pan Yisheng's seventeen-year-old son who said that. The furious young man stormed from the study into the living room, making as if to throw his helmet onto the sofa. But just before it left his hand, he carefully set it on the dining table instead.
Pan Yisheng had come out early and was sitting on the sofa, peeling an apple.
"What's wrong? Did a dog bite you?" he teased his son.
"How did you know?" his son asked in surprise. "I entered that scenario and turned into a rabbit. It was one of those beast-evolution stories, I got it. I cultivated all the way, competed with other rabbits, slapped faces, showed off, had a great time... and eventually became the Saint Rabbit. But only at the end of my cultivation did I realize I was in a Blessed Land Grotto-Heaven. The grotto-heaven had been created by some great expert to raise meat for his watchdog! I worked my ass off to turn myself into the tastiest rabbit possible!"
"Hahahaha!" Pan Yisheng laughed so hard he nearly doubled over.
"You're laughing that hard? Am I even your biological son?" His son snatched away the peeled apple and bit into it resentfully.
Pan Yisheng stopped laughing.
It was not that he doubted whether his son was really his. He had thought of a crucial question.
Was he, busying himself here every day, also nothing more than a rabbit training itself?
Would he be slaughtered for meat once he matured? Before witnessing miracles and those virtual-world scenarios, he would never have considered such a question.
There was no evidence, after all. Thinking about it would be useless and would only leave him lost.
It was like pondering the world after death.
But things were different now. There