[̝̝̝̝֘֘֘֘֘Gaze ֘֘֘֘directly ֘֘֘֘upon ̝̝̝̝a ֘֘֘֘great ֘֘֘֘being ̝̝̝̝, ̝̝̝̝your ֘֘֘֘sanity ̝̝̝̝# ֘֘֘֘@ ֘֘֘֘! ̝̝̝̝￥ ֘֘֘֘@ ̝̝̝̝! ̝̝̝̝]
Yang Yi struggled to open his eyes and found himself in a dimly lit space.
"Where is this...?"
His mind was a muddle, his forehead hurt as though needles were stabbing into it, and he felt dizzy.
"How did I get here?"
He held his forehead, utterly baffled, feeling as though he had forgotten many things...
Suddenly, chewing and swallowing sounded ahead.
It sounded like a group of unknown creatures tearing into something and swallowing it.
"Enemies?"
Yang Yi immediately grew alert and instinctively raised his hand, but a hint of bewilderment appeared on his face.
He did not understand why he had done that. He looked at his raised right hand... He was holding a knife and fork.
The lights came on.
Yang Yi squinted, his eyes struggling to adjust, and only regained his vision after several seconds.
This was an opulent, brightly lit hall.
Before him was a lavish feast.
A broad, long table stood in the center of the hall, a full two meters wide, covered with a dazzling array of food and drinks.
From fruit to roast meat, from Chinese food to Western food, anything Yang Yi had ever seen could be found on the table.
There were many diners, each dressed in elegant formalwear, crowded together as they ate, almost completely enclosing the long table.
Yang Yi could only glimpse the abundance of dishes through the gaps between them.
There was no need to worry about the taste.
That rich aroma proved everything!
Yang Yi's appetite surged. Before he knew it, his mouth had filled with saliva, which spilled out despite himself.
"Slurp!"
He suddenly remembered!
"I came here to eat!"
Realization dawned on Yang Yi,