The harder Mo Ling tried to recall that figure, the worse his head hurt.
But he still refused to give up. He had clearly never met that person, so why did he feel such an intense sense of familiarity? Why did that figure seem so familiar to him? Mo Ling desperately wanted to understand.
Despite the headache, Mo Ling persisted. He tried to hold his head with his hands, but all he touched was the cold Cube, as if he were feeling a thick shell. It did nothing to make his head feel better.
He tried shaking his head, but although he was shaking it, his mind felt no motion at all. The mismatch in perception made Mo Ling even more dizzy.
Mo Ling, who had been sitting on the ground, collapsed limply onto the floor. The world spun around him. The flashing lights in the cockpit suddenly began to whirl, and the distant Earth flipped upside down in an instant. The blue light seemed to spiral, while the mountains and oceans on the surface twisted and warped.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Li Luo's voice rang out beside him. She crouched down and anxiously questioned Mo Ling, but he could only see her mouth moving. Her voice grew increasingly distorted, eventually turning entirely into sharp static.
Xiao Hei Dog licked Mo Ling's hand and paced anxiously in circles, but Mo Ling could no longer feel it. The pain in his head gradually spread through his entire body. His skin felt as though it were being pricked by needles, then lost all sensation. Mo Ling felt as if he were lying on a bed covered in shattered glass, the sharp shards constantly slicing through his body and cutting his soul into fragment after fragment.
He wanted to say something, but