Orange Star.
The first batch of exploring players returned one after another, allowing the anxious old men to breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the sweat from their foreheads.
Someone rushed forward and urgently questioned those who had awakened. "How was it? Did you find any clues?"
"Has the second game plus started yet?" The game designer also hurried over to ask.
Those who had awakened were in terrible mental shape. Their eyes wandered, and they looked at the game designer as though he were a corpse.
That terrifying gaze made the designer break out in a cold sweat.
"Cthulhu shall descend in the end. The second game plus has yet to come," one player said in a low, hoarse voice, putting on a cryptic act.
The designer and the old men realized something was seriously wrong with these people and hastily waved their hands. "Take them away!"
A while later, several more people emerged.
There was no need to ask them anything. Their mental states revealed everything. They had suffered immense mental pollution, which continued to affect them even after they logged out.
Even though they could not bring their in-game abilities into reality, the mental effects were very real.
It was like two protons affecting one another from different locations.
They waited a little longer.
Finally, some normal people returned.
They were mentally exhausted. Only some retained a brief moment of clarity, while the others clutched their heads, their faces contorted, muttering incomprehensible words that gave everyone splitting headaches.
Those were words of mental pollution, like Liu Siting's muttering during her bouts of madness. Anyone who heard them would automatically go mad.
Everyone quickly retreated. The robots remained where they were, taking each person away to a separate isolation room.
Before long.
The results came in.
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