"Strange... no, familiar ceiling."
When Yu Ming opened his eyes, a white-painted ceiling came into view.
Under the lights, simple furnishings stood around him—an ordinary dining table, an ordinary television, and all sorts of ordinary cabinets.
And of course, the ordinary sofa he was lying on.
"So, I came back here."
After sorting through his thoughts a little, Yu Ming could not help but sigh.
So what exactly was this supposed to be?
There were no Duel Points.
His wounds had not healed.
Getting sent back to the Heart Room after playing one hand of cards was, in a sense, even more absurd than being sent to the ICU.
"So, System, do you know what's going on?"
Naturally, there was no response.
"Forget it. I wasn't expecting you to be any more useful anyway."
That corpse-playing silence made Yu Ming roll his eyes. After getting up from the sofa, he stretched.
"Mom, are you here?"
He looked around, but the entire living room was silent. Even that familiar figure who should have been here was nowhere to be seen.
An inexplicable stillness spread through the room, like an invisible hand choking his throat and making it difficult to breathe.
That feeling of something shrouding him made Yu Ming shudder.
"She isn't here... no, I should say she wasn't set up here."
Thinking carefully, this had only happened before when the Shadow Game had first intensified.
But now...
Click.
"Hm?"
Just as Yu Ming turned his gaze toward the front door, the tightly shut entrance door suddenly opened.
Then, the woman appeared.
"?"
"?"
Neither spoke as they looked at each other.
In the end, she was the one who broke the silence.
"What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?"
"No, it's nothing."
Faced with her gentle smile, Yu Ming scratched