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"Fxck! What the hell is this, ah?!"
He was confused and puzzled over his own situation. Though, he was a genius, he was actually very stupid. Nothing came in his mind, and it was empty for a long time.
He stood there looking at his reflection. He was looking at RiverSun, his character in the game. It felt unbelievable.
But it didn't take long for him to accept this fact. In fact, he felt more comfortable and even felt relief. There's no huge burden on his chest. His skin looks very healthy. He touched his stomach, and tucked them in. He smirked, and felt it was incredible.
He looked at the wall again. As if measuring something, Zyair lifted his arm and waved his hand several times over his hand. And when he looked at his reflection again, he saw his face full of pride and joy.
"Hahaha..." He was only 164 cm before, now he estimated that he was more than 185 cm.
Because of his congenital heart disease, his height seemed to stop at Qantas chest. He looked like a middle schooler no matter how much he looked at himself in the mirror. But now...
Zyair laughed foolishly. He doesn't care anymore. Who cares if this is his body or not, now that he now occupies it, then it was now his.
Thinking about it, Zyair acted in front of his reflection, posing a different kind of cool and handsome gesture to appreciate his manliness.
He did this for a long time. He only stopped when he noticed that his surroundings were really quiet.
Ever since he came here, he did not hear any sounds at all. Except for his own breath, movements and footsteps, the place seemed deserted.
"Where am I, anyway?" He asked himself, murmuring in silence.
He looked around again, and found the place quite familiar.
Then he thought, if he was now inside his game character, then...he looked around, and made a sound of realization.
He was inside the Crystal Palace, ah!
The view from the computer screen is certainly different from your own point of view. Zyair didn't care about the background scenes whenever he was playing before, so although he was just playing with it earlier, Zyair quickly forgot about it. Fortunately, he didn't completely forget.
Still, a crucial question appeared in his mind.
"Why am I here?" He asked in quite a loud voice. After he finishes speaking, his voice bounced back, echoing all over the hall. Even if he didn't shout loudly, his voice still echoed for quite a while. And this made Zyair felt insulted
He felt the world was now looking down on him. Even his echoes were taunting him.
He felt that the answer to his question was quite obvious, but he didn't know it at all. It's as if someone asked you for something but didn't find it, only to know that it was in fact always in front of you.
Feeling like this, Zyair felt stupid.
That's right. He remembered now.
Veins pop out from his forehead, and his face flushed red from anger. He remembers, he remembered that he lost one round in that trashy game. And then...and then, because of his anger, he died.
That's right, fxck! He died! He fxcking died!
How is that possible?! He clearly lost his temper many times, and he didn't get this kind of heart attack enough to kill him. More so, his pills are gone!
To make sure he won't forget or won't have a shortage of pills, Qantas makes sure to have those pills in every corner of the room.
But clearly it was all gone.
Even the one inside his pocket, the one from the bedside cabinet are also gone.
Zyair laughed angrily. He gritted his teeth as he thought of something.
His happiness was too short! Just when he finally able to acquire the idea body he wanted...sh*t, ah! It seems like everyone is planning a conspiracy behind him!
"...Qantas...how dare you..."