Although it was the tiniest of flaws, Feng Wu became aware of a possibility.
He simply put away his armor and pinched his skin hard. The pain felt so real. Kneeling on one knee, he dabbed up some dirt with his index finger and put it in his mouth. As the taste spread across his tongue, he frowned slightly.
It felt incredibly real.
Next, he kept trying all sorts of things: banging his head against a tree, pissing through a rock, and spitting through a mountain.
He found no new flaws.
But the more perfect everything was, the more he felt that the changes in his body were wrong. Assuming all this really was an illusion, how could he break out of it?
This went beyond manipulating the five senses. It was manipulation on every level. He was like a brain in a vat, with only his brain still functioning. If signals could not reach his body, how could he escape the illusion and regain control of it?
He had several questions to consider.
For instance, were the rules they currently knew actually the correct rules?
If the rules were correct, was the time displayed on his hand correct too?
"Am I overthinking this?"
Feng Wu knew his own personality very well. He was the sort who liked to think things over from every angle whenever something happened, which was precisely why so many people thought he was clever.
In reality, although his IQ was not low, it did not exceed that of an ordinary person by much.
Observing, thinking, and planning before acting-those were what truly made him better than most people. But they were weaknesses as well as strengths.
Precisely because he thought so much, reckless fools often overtook him. It was like zebras crossing a river: countless