"What's the problem?" asked Li Xianyu.
"They developed the game according to the script. Everything was normal, but with the developments, Long Aotian lost himself. He fell into a rhythmic, refreshing virtual world. He began to lose the ability to differentiate between the real world and the virtual world. He felt that the virtual world was the real world. He was the center of the world, the protagonist and Heaven's blessed son. To put it another way, he ran amok."
"Ah?" Li Xianyu's face was confounded. "There's even this kind of operation?"
