The "clear" windblown sand swept past Mo Ling. He could clearly see every grain of sand, every speck of dust. He could make out the shapes of those tiny stones and guess which buildings they had broken away from.
He could see the sand striking his body, spinning as it rolled and flew behind him. White streaks were imprinted across his clothes and skin, while shattered fine dust lodged in the gaps between the fabric.
Mo Ling felt as if he were playing a bullet-dodging game, constantly adjusting his position to land in the right places. But everything in the game had slowed down. Not only could he precisely control his own "movement," he could also clearly calculate the trajectories of those bullets and find the gaps between them.
I only gained a new field of vision. Why has my brain become sharper too?
Those sunglasses seemed to have modified the "driver" compatible with his "graphics card," giving him enough capacity to process the excessive information brought by this vision.
But he still could not take in too much. If Mo Ling continued magnifying the details in his field of vision, his brain would still overload.
After experimenting for a while, Mo Ling found the threshold for that overload.
As he experienced this novel perspective, the confusion in Mo Ling's heart continued to pile up.
What exactly are those sunglasses?
Why did they turn my vision into this?
Is this related to this disaster?
Could the collapse of the ground have released some kind of power from the Other World?
Mo Ling had an intuition that the changes in him were definitely related to this disaster.
From the first deafening boom onward, this world had ceased to be the one he knew. Some force had escaped from beneath the ground,