Zhang Yang deeply believed that this familiar yet strange world was an illusion, a perfect and ingenious illusion.
Until a minute ago, he had still believed that.
But now he was beginning to doubt it, because he had seen a "ghost"—or perhaps that was not quite right.
After the funeral of his cousin, Mu Shaoan, whom he had never met, ended, he wandered alone through the streets and saw three people. One of them was his cousin. He had not mistaken him.
That bone-deep roguish air could not be concealed even on the solemn funeral portrait, much less on a living person.
But what caught Zhang Yang's attention were the other two. They actually possessed transcendent-level strength.
This was incredible.
If this was a perfect illusion, then it must have been constructed according to Zhang Yang's memories. If there were even the slightest inconsistency, it could not be perfect, and he would be able to use that flaw to break the illusion.
"Big Cousin, you're finally awake!"
His cousin across from him spoke with a beaming grin, as though he did not care in the slightest whether Zhang Yang was dead or alive.
Zhang Yang blinked and said nothing.
"I saw you at my funeral, so I couldn't resist coming over to meet you. You weren't scared unconscious, were you?" His cousin seemed delighted.
At that moment, a man beside him extended his right hand toward Zhang Yang. "Allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Zhang Yang. I'm a cleaner from Chaos Base's Third War Zone, responsible for communicating with reality. My serial number is K-902. Of course, that isn't important. What matters is that fifteen years ago, you were hijacked by a virus called the Super Village Building System, and have remained unconscious in a vegetative state ever since. As