Chu Guang was remarkably calm when he spoke of these things.
Mostly because he was used to it. In his first life, it had taken him several missions before he finally managed to adjust his mindset.
After all, the changes in every aspect of life had been far too drastic.
Take himself, for instance. A few years ago, he had been an ordinary corporate drone, without much in the way of ideals or dreams. He drifted with the current—not starving, but never able to save much money either. He had once had dreams, but reality had ground them away.
The world was vast, yet his own world consisted only of a rented room barely a dozen square meters wide and his company. He had two friends, but both worked far away, and they only contacted one another through communications now and then.
All year round, he could not even find more than a few days of time he could freely dispose of.
But not long afterward, virtual reality games had arrived, followed by the world directly entering an era of universal harmony. And beyond that, there was the bizarre and dazzling second world known as the Primordial Chaos Game.
With money and leisure, dreams naturally began to stir back to life from the ashes.
But rekindling them took time as well. The tremendous shift in one's way of life, along with the repeated mental shocks brought about by the transformation of the world—it was not something one could adjust to in a day or two.
The changes in every respect were like snatching a person from decades ago through time and throwing them decades into the future. The sense of emptiness brought by such immense change was difficult to contain.
The world no longer felt like the world. It seemed