97. The Conditions Have Been Met!

The perspective returned to Yimo.

At that moment, he was hiding inside a long cabinet in a patient room.

Yimo didn't have many advantages in the Death Game. Being skinny barely counted as one.

On top of that, he was a shut-in and didn't mind cramped spaces. So when danger came, if there was a suitable place, he could turn into a little turtle, find a shell, and hide inside.

After confirming that the Dream World's surveillance system wasn't working in this game, and that the building had lost power, Yimo had successfully turned into a little turtle and hidden himself away in the vast hospital.

Yeah, he'd be hard to find.

Yimo's body was curled into a ball, his face flushed red. With a high fever and the use of illegal drugs, he was in a pathological state. His body was clearly weak, but his mind was abnormally excited.

He'd escaped thanks in part to the stimulant and the NPC buying him some time.

At that moment, Yimo's condition was unusual. It was as if a burst of energy inside him was desperate to break free, urging him to run wildly and scream.

In his ears, his heart thumped powerfully, over and over.

Thump-!

Thump-thump-thump-thump-!

His heart was beating more than 130 times a minute!

Yimo couldn't shake the feeling that he might die of a dangerously rapid heartbeat.

He forcibly suppressed his impulses, repeatedly pricking himself with a metal toothpick to stimulate his body and calm himself down.

Inside that cramped space, time seemed to slow.

In the pitch-black cabinet, Yimo recalled his first Death Game.

Qin Muse, transformed into a killer, had carried a hatchet and searched for him like a madwoman in that dark Mine Tunnel.

Back then, he'd also hidden inside a room, inside a