Uncle, You're So Pretty!

Seated in the breakfast shop at home, with a cup of soy milk that had long since lost most of its heat and was only lukewarm, along with half a steamer of buns and a dish of chili oil on the table, the sole customer had his eyes slightly closed and showed no hurry to take a bite.

The owner in the kitchen occasionally looked up through the half-wall window, feeling as though this customer was a college student forced to get up for an eight a.m. class despite not being fully awake yet, still dozing as if trying to catch up on sleep.

But what the busy owner beside him thought did not matter. In this customer's mind, something else was unfolding.

"Up to this point, more than thirty-five million virtual individuals have been incorporated through direct or indirect access to the webpage. Cross-comparison shows extremely low correlation. Compared individually, their mental energy absorption effect is less than 4% that of normal users—"

At this very moment, as his perception spread outward, what Li Yun could sense on the level of pure consciousness was a seemingly boundless "network."

Rather than a spiderweb-like structure spreading layer by layer, it was more like a single "hub" of unimaginable scale, with countless illusory traces stretching in long strands in every direction. At the end of each strand, there was clearly a faint "halo"—

And now, countless incredibly minute "signals" were surging along those lines all at once.

He casually plucked one of the virtual threads, and his will sensed the feeling contained within it.

It came from a Black boy sitting in an old adult wheelchair that was absurdly oversized for him, one leg ending prematurely. He gazed at the endless stream of pedestrians on the distant street, his eyes filled with