Endless, viscous darkness like ink trapped Feng Qi's consciousness deep within it.
It was as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, unable to break free.
All sorts of Negative Emotions flooded Feng Qi's mind. Countless grotesque, terrifying monsters emerged from the darkness before his eyes, baring their fangs and claws as they circled him, dragging the struggling Feng Qi ever deeper into the darkness.
The suffocating sensation grew stronger by the moment.
With every breath, dense darkness poured into his throat, then his chest, before finally spreading throughout his body and corroding his consciousness.
Feng Qi gradually lost himself in this environment.
He felt so tired. He no longer wanted to struggle, and his consciousness gradually merged with the darkness.
At this moment, Feng Qi's primary personality was heading toward darkness, becoming the vessel for the unconscious Negative Personality.
Just as his primary personality was about to transform into a Negative Personality, a familiar voice exploded in Feng Qi's mind:
"Little brother, get up and start hauling bricks. You're done already?"
"Who was it that said if the future didn't go as he wished, then he'd turn it into the future he wanted? Time to make good on all that bragging. Get up and work. Haul bricks."
The familiar voice continued to ring out.
It was like sunlight piercing the darkness, allowing Feng Qi to see a path out.
His consciousness, which had already given up struggling, flew toward a ray of light.
He did not know how long he flew. When he sensed the presence of his physical body, he suddenly opened his eyes.
His vision gradually sharpened from a blur.
A metal round table stood before him, reflecting his face.
His reflected eyes were bloodshot, his expression ferocious, sweat constantly streaming down his forehead.
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