Right?
Shen Le lay sprawled in his ergonomic chair.
The illusion Iron Armor had led him into had been far too mentally draining. Even now, the muscles in his arms, thighs, and back were still twitching.
His breathing was rapid, his heart pounding furiously. The moment a figure passed before him, his body instinctively tensed, ready to roll to the floor to dodge or leap up and slash with a blade.
Combat and killing had an enormous effect on a person's mind and emotions. Even though he had only entered three times, spending no more than twelve hours fighting in total, he had no idea how long it would take him to recover...
"Senior Martial Brother Shen! Want to come out for lunch?"
The institute's students called loudly over the microphone. Shen Le sprang up on reflex. Only after a pause did his body slowly relax, and he waved a hand.
"No, you go ahead. I'll lie down for a bit and order delivery later."
"Then... shall we bring you something, Senior Martial Brother?"
"All right... no meat..."
His junior martial brothers left, muttering. Shen Le slumped back into his chair and slowly closed his eyes.
"Ah... I'm so tired... maybe I should finish early today and find somewhere to sleep... fighting and killing really aren't for me..."
If immersive virtual reality games ever came along, he would definitely vote against them. At the very least, he would demand limits on sensory realism-no more than thirty percent, for instance.
When people got too absorbed in games, even spotting a clump of grass beside the road could make their fingers press down instinctively, expecting to find something by hitting Enter.
What if someone got used to hacking people down in a virtual reality game and started swinging a knife at people