Su Ming'an opened his eyes.
In front of him was the familiar orb, emitting a steady light within the room.
The ceiling above seemed to be just over two meters high, filling his field of vision and appearing rather oppressive; taller players might even bump their heads upon returning.
Su Ming'an knew without looking back that behind him was that soft, large bed, which quietly waited for him after each return, offering a brief respite as soon as he lay back.
...Although this was because the personal space was too small, and there was barely any room to stand.
He sat down, closed his eyes, and eased the emotional fluctuations brought on by the fifteen-day journey.
It must be said, the Fifth World felt the most real to him.
People of the Apocalypse always carried a mechanical rigidity, the NPCs of Daylight Floating City were all emotionless automata, Mingxi Middle School was the same, and Terrily Town always had an unsettling sense of disorder about it.
