"Fuck!"
In the sea of stars, Old Eggplant suddenly woke up. He gasped for breath before realizing that he was in the virtual world.
But the pain just now had been so real, as if his chest had truly been pierced by a rough knife.
He could not help touching his chest.
Thankfully, nothing was wrong.
With that thought, Old Eggplant removed his helmet and returned to reality.
He checked his chest again. Only after seeing that there were no wounds did he finally relax.
It was said that once virtual reality technology became advanced enough, players would sometimes experience phantom pain. In other words, although they had only been stimulated within a game, their bodies believed they had truly been injured, resulting in phantom pain.
In some medical experiments, test subjects would place one hand somewhere they could not see, while a fake hand was placed on the table in its stead. Through a series of increasingly intense stimuli, when a doctor finally struck the fake hand with a hammer, the test subject would think they had been hit and jump up.
Old Eggplant closed his eyes and recalled what he had just seen.
That eerie smile, that horrifying sacrificial ritual, and the newborn monster held in the arms of the Holy Mother statue.
Old Eggplant had never seen such a creature before.
The mass of flesh was covered in countless tentacles that swayed like the branches of a tree. The eyes embedded in it were filled with the deepest malice, while its limbs, resembling goat hooves, challenged Old Eggplant's nerves.
Whenever he recalled the appearance of that creature, he felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, sending a shiver of disgust through him.
"Sacrifice? Was the sacrifice they mentioned just now real?"
"Was the Miskatonic