However, Carol's condition was not as simple as Su Ming believed it to be. Perhaps she was a little short of oxygen, but she could originally hold her breath for more than ten minutes. There was no way she would have passed out so quickly.
She had lost control of her body because some entity had dragged her mind into a virtual space.
It was a world of pure white, where everything seemed to exist within the light. Whatever she wanted, this place would create it for her.
Chairs, tables, beds, even everything on Hala—she could imagine any of it into being here.
More precisely, it was not entirely imagination.
She wanted a chair to sit on so she could think more easily, and the space gave her one. But it was not an Earth-style wooden chair with a little cushion to lean against for rest. No, it was a Kree-style metal chair: cold, minimalist, and without a backrest.
Just like the Kree's usual creations, it was simple and efficient, with only the most basic function.
The Kree believed that rest existed only to replenish physical strength, and comfort was not something worth considering. It was unnecessary luxury.
Spending resources and time on luxuries was irresponsible toward the race and a waste of life. Discomfort, meanwhile, kept warriors in a state where they could fight at any time. Hardship was the whetstone that honed one's strength.
Carol knew what this was. It was not her first time entering this pure white space. This was an electronic mental space formed by digital encoding, where everything was both real and false.
It was real because everything manifested here could be touched. Its weight, temperature, texture, and so on were no different from reality.
It was false because the space itself was virtual.