Wang Qi had a strange feeling.
It felt like "going online" back on Earth in his previous life.
You browsed countless pieces of information and learned of many things happening in the world, yet you could not make any of it feel real.
—What did any of it have to do with me?
In the twenty-first century, the internet had appeared on Earth, and the flow of information surpassed that of any previous age.
But that was all.
Not everyone could truly learn the facts of what was happening on the other side of the world through the internet. For the vast majority, "news" online was no different in essence from "stories." What happened in the news might not affect their lives, and they might not be able to affect what happened in the news either.
Of course, it was not always so.
Those who could perceive the "changes" hidden within the news would often profit from those changes. Such people could often rise beyond the category of the "masses."
Information was not always "useful."
But information could always give rise to "emotion."
In the virtual world, perhaps no one cared what had truly happened. All anyone cared about was their own emotions.
The virtual world had become a place where emotions churned and surged.
And at that instant, Wang Qi felt as though he had entered a public online community.
Only emotions were surging.
Anger, sorrow, pity...
He could not imagine how this information had gotten into his head.
What exactly was he angry about? What was he grieving over?
Why did he feel an emotion like "pity"?
He did not know why.
He did not know what meaning those emotions held.
The heart demons that had welled up from nowhere suppressed Wang Qi's own consciousness,
And above them