When Chen Ge closed his eyes, darkness enveloped everything. But this darkness didn't represent despair or loneliness. Instead, it made him feel as if he were inside a vast bubble capable of containing every fantasy.
Memory and reality intertwined like a dream. With each step forward, the hard shell of the real world began to open.
Chen Ge now had some understanding of why every Nightmare-level daily mission required him to keep his eyes closed.
He was entering another world. What he was going to see were the obsessions hidden in the shadow of reality.
Counting the steps in his mind, Chen Ge held the wall and soon reached the second floor.
His fingertips could feel the dust on the wall, his nose could smell a faint mustiness, and the sound of his own footsteps echoed in his ears. At that moment, the insurmountable obstacle of sight had disappeared, and the world had become somewhat different.
"White Tiger hasn't shown any signs of alarm, so I haven't run into danger yet. The first and fourth floors have lights. The real trouble starts above the fourth floor."
Climbing the stairs blindfolded wasn't too difficult for Chen Ge. He could picture the stairwell in his mind, and his body was already used to the height of the steps. All he had to do now was focus, avoid being distracted by anything, and slowly make his way to the top floor.
"I should be on the second floor now."
Chen Ge shifted his feet, about to head up to the third floor, when he suddenly heard an intense argument coming from one of the apartments in the second-floor hallway.
"All you do every day is drink! Has your family ever cared whether my child and I live or die? From the time I