The next moment he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at the luxurious ceiling of his chamber in New Casablanca's battle center. An odd sense of reality hit his mind as he couldn't help but touch his face to confirm that he was back in his body.
"The differences are minute, but they exist…", he mumbled as he now could sense the subtle differences between the game and reality.
He applied some strength on his waist and got up from the cerebral link without difficulty. Although he had been logged on for nearly a week, his body was strong enough to avoid any potential side effects from the lack of exercise. His joints popped as his blood began circulating faster in his veins, and he began executing mild and soft moves of the Massin martial art.
