"Fuck, dead again."
Old Eggplant cursed. Facing the vast sea of stars, he fell silent for a moment before finally removing his helmet.
Back in the real world, Old Eggplant gazed at the familiar interior of his room and suddenly felt as if everything were unreal.
Of course, he had not reached the point where he could no longer distinguish reality from illusion. However, as the game progressed, Old Eggplant increasingly felt that this world was not as it appeared on the surface. Evil festered in the shadows of the world. Someone like him could only be said to have seen the outermost layer. As for the truth of the world, they were still far from touching it.
Take the dungeon he was currently playing in The Silent Land, for example. It was called The Last Lesson, and its main task was to enter a school where a murder had once taken place, explore it, and seek the truth of what had happened back then.
It was very simple, just like some horror games in the text-adventure genre.
But the problem was, this game was on the Morning Star!
Controlling a paper figure to explore inside a computer was nothing compared to personally digging out the truth bit by bit in that dilapidated school.
Old Eggplant used to think livestreams of people taking flashlights into abandoned factories and hospitals to explore late at night were incredibly boring. Now that he was doing it himself in a game, the experience was unbelievably thrilling.
Not to mention, this was not merely an abandoned school. There seemed to be something else inside, subtly influencing Old Eggplant.
He had barely made it through the first task in The Silent Land when he encountered The Last Lesson in the second.
After completing the first task,