Inside Origin Internet Cafe, a strange "sage mode" was spreading.
After Wang Qiuer successfully slew the Valkyrie Queen Sigrun and completed the final challenge of God of War 4, everyone's tightly wound nerves instantly relaxed.
Hours of intense concentration and the thrill of repeatedly dancing on the edge of life and death might have been addictive, but the side effects were obvious—exhaustion.
Not just physical exhaustion, but mental exhaustion as well.
"I can't do this anymore..."
Tai Tan sprawled gracelessly in his lounge chair, his tongue practically hanging out, his thick arms dangling limply at his sides. "Even without using Soul Power, I feel more tired than after fighting my big brother. The moment I close my eyes, I see that Valkyrie's 'Valhalla' stomping on my head..."
"Me too." Huo Yuhao rubbed his throbbing temples, his face somewhat pale. As the "brain" responsible for directing and supporting the entire fight, he had expended even more mental energy than Wang Dong, who had fought on the front lines.
Even Wang Qiuer, who had just been excitedly asking for praise, now looked like a wilted cat baking in the sun. She lay sprawled across the table, loosely swinging an empty can of soda in her hand.
"Boss..." Wang Qiuer's voice was soft and limp. "Do you have something... where we don't need to use our brains or rely on hand speed? Something that feels good even if we just lie down?"
Standing behind the counter, Lu Yuan raised his head and looked at this group of powerhouses whose bodies had been hollowed out by a AAA blockbuster.
Sure enough, balancing work and rest was the key to sustainable development. If he kept making them play hardcore games like this, it would be bad if one day they snapped and tore down the