[20 seconds remaining until forced logout]
The emotionless system voice ruthlessly echoed in Motan's ear, as if mocking his foolishness.
Motan's face was deathly pale as he slumped over the table, his trembling elbows knocking a bottle of ink to the floor. He squinted, trying to find a way for the snow-white Angel chess piece to escape a situation that seemed hopeless, even without his guidance.
But such a solution had never existed; otherwise, Motan would have noticed it before.
It took him a full two seconds to accept this despairing reality.
He had miscalculated, truly miscalculated this time...
He thought he had considered everything because he had never encountered major issues with disconnection before, and thus hadn't paid much heed. And now he was critically hit by a mishap that, although he couldn't have prevented, he could have easily anticipated and prepared for in advance.
