Strange! Strange! Strange!

Mo Fei was frantically moving his fingers, something he did every day...

The mechanical keyboard let out a crisp "clack-clack-clack." It was said that mechanical keyboards could alleviate the vibration from finger tapping, but Mo Fei wasn't optimistic. Each keystroke was accompanied by pain in his finger joints, yet this didn't stop him.

As a 'Code Monkey,' this was his job. He had a grand profession: 'Writer.' If you wanted the full title, he was a 'Webnovel Writer.' While the prestige dropped countless times, he was satisfied with his current life, as he could support himself.

The keyboard continued to "clack-clack-clack" as Mo Fei stared intently at the computer screen, completely oblivious to the fact that the keyboard had started to smoke. With a "sizzle," everything went silent. Mo Fei didn't even know what had happened; he simply lost consciousness, his body slumping forward onto the desk, his hands falling limply to his sides. Only the keyboard sparked with blue electricity, and then a large fire began to spread.

Tomorrow, Mo Fei would naturally be a headline in the city's news. However, that was no longer his concern. Although he managed to go out with a bang, the fire burned for several hours!

Mo Fei felt as if he had just slept, yet his mind wasn't groggy at all. The surroundings were neither cold nor hot. "Huh? Why don't I feel anything?" Mo Fei was quite surprised. As a 'Code Monkey' like him, he spent his days either writing code, gathering information, or searching for inspiration, which mostly involved looking at how other people wrote their novels and whether he could use it in his own.

"Copying?" How could writers talk about copying? It was merely following trends, or perhaps, drawing inspiration.

For a full-time 'writer' like Mo Fei, he spent at least twelve hours a day sitting in front of the computer. Every day after waking up, his body would inevitably be sore. Today, he felt absolutely nothing, not even the temperature of his home.

Mo Fei 'opened his eyes,' and he was stunned. It was pitch black all around, with only some streaks of light flashing by, incredibly fast, disappearing in an instant. He wanted to get up, but to his horror, he discovered, "Where are my hands and feet?" he roared, but where was his mouth?

"What's going on? What happened to me?" After sleeping, how could his hands, feet, and mouth be gone, leaving only his eyes? With immense panic, he kept looking around. "How can I still turn? Is this turning?" Mo Fei's current sensation was too strange. He had no idea what state he was in, unable to distinguish up from down or left from right. Besides the fleeting streaks of light, he couldn't see anything else.

Suddenly, Mo Fei noticed a streak of light heading directly towards him. He wanted to move but couldn't. He could only turn, rotating in place, drawing circles or spinning. Even as a 'writer,' Mo Fei had no idea how to describe his current state.

The most fitting description might be that he was a 'sphere,' suspended in mid-air, able to rotate freely but unable to leave his current position. The streak of light had already arrived.

"..." There was no sound, no pain, no sensation of impact. Mo Fei just felt somewhat 'overstuffed,' and then a flood of information inexplicably entered his mind.

"Alice, the photos you sent are simply stunning, I'm completely captivated. Every five minutes, I have to take them out and look at them. I'm beyond help. A single internet cable binds us tightly together. I eagerly anticipate our first meeting, and I hope that time comes as soon as possible. Love, Paul!" Mo Fei was dumbfounded. After being hit by a streak of light, this message had appeared in his mind.

"Damn it, what is this nonsense? I want my hands and feet back!" Mo Fei roared in his mind. But this time, a miracle happened; he saw his left hand, or rather, what should have been his left hand.

A 'left arm' composed of tiny squares. Mo Fei felt like he was going crazy. What was happening today? What was this thing? However, he soon realized that this arm was indeed his. He could control it freely, but it looked like it was built from shoddy Lego bricks.

"Hmm? I was hit by a streak of light, then a message appeared, sounding like an email. And it seems to be in English. How do I know English? Then I wanted hands and feet, and a left arm and hand appeared?" Mo Fei finally managed to piece together some clues. He was slowly calming down now. Panicking wouldn't help. It was better to try and see if the previous situation would happen again.

Mo Fei became incredibly expectant. He waited for another streak of light to hit him, but the wait felt incredibly long. He couldn't perceive the passage of time at all, only able to watch everything around him quietly from his spot.

"Why don't all these streaks of light hit me?" Mo Fei waited in confusion. He didn't know how long it had been; he had no concept of time. Perhaps only a second had passed, or maybe ten seconds, or perhaps a minute or an hour. Waiting was always painful, and Mo Fei was now enduring this pain. Finally, another streak of light struck him.

"It's finally here!!!" Mo Fei stared excitedly at the streak of light. The next second, the light collided with him, but still, nothing happened. The streak of light seemed to merge into his body. However, Mo Fei was troubled. Did he want a hand or a leg?

Looking at his left hand, Mo Fei finally decided he wanted a right hand. As soon as he made the decision, his right hand extended. He excitedly waved his hands, and then he discovered he had moved slightly, which made him even more excited. But then, another message appeared in his mind.

"Alice, why aren't you replying? Don't you want to meet me?" It was still Paul, with the same tone, but this time without the closing "Love, Paul!"

Mo Fei began to ponder. "So it doesn't seem to be an email, but it's definitely related to the internet. Could it be instant messaging software?" Mo Fei's mind was still quite agile. At this moment, in a cheap, dilapidated apartment in Los Angeles, California, a fat man was staring distressedly at his computer screen, where a dialogue box displayed quite a bit of text.

Mo Fei thought for a long time and decided to ignore everything else for now. The first priority was to grow his legs. He didn't care if they were made of Lego bricks; he just wanted them to be complete! He desperately 'swam.' The exact method of movement was unclear, but he had indeed moved just now. So, using the most standard breaststroke arm movements, his body indeed began to move again.