Qin Zhen levitated over the Fog Lake. The only thing people could see on the Cube's screen was her. There was endless fog around her.
Everyone stared nervously at the scene as they wondered if this woman with an excellent figure could tear through the fog's obstruction, dodge the underwater monster's attack, or how she would clear the level and pluck the golden apple.
Waiting—everyone was waiting, but as time passed, Qin Zhen floated there without moving as though the scene had frozen.
"What's going on? Is the livestream stuck?"
"The technology these days is getting worse. It can even lag for such a simple livestream."
"We strongly condemn the incompetent officials of the Federation."
"What are you braying? How is it lagging? Open your eyes and watch carefully. The fog is still moving."
"It's really moving. If it's not lagging, why isn't she moving?"
"Did her brain suddenly short-circuit?"
