"Hah! Hah!"
In the dim room, Lin An suddenly sat up and gasped for breath.
He was like a drowning man dragged ashore, his mind a complete blank.
The high-pitched buzzing in his ears kept ringing, as if replaying the moments before death.
Faint light and darkness alternated, leaving layer upon layer of silhouettes across his retinas.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
His chest heaved rapidly as Lin An struggled to swallow mouthfuls of saliva.
His head felt like it was splitting apart, and an intense sense of death lingered in the air.
Looking at the familiar room and everything around him, Lin An forced himself to calm down.
It was not that his mind was too fragile to accept all this.
Rather, at this moment, he could not even determine whether he was still alive!
Am I dead or alive!?
Who am I!? Am I Lin An or the Ghost Skull!?
Is my head still there? If I died, when did I die!? If I am not dead, then where is my head!
Too many questions tangled together, like an invisible web ensnaring him.
After a long while, a drop of blood fell from his palm, and only then did Lin An slowly rise to his feet.
His eyes fixed intently on the door before him.
"I must have rebooted."
"This is the apartment, the entry point. There was no System Notification because time did not rewind. Was I merely revived and sent back here?"
Lin An forcefully suppressed all his negative emotions and began sorting through the clues.
There was one thing he had to determine first: whether the head on his neck was still his own!
Taking a deep breath, Lin An slowly touched his cheek.
There was no rotting flesh, no white bone.
After a long while,