As Zhang Wei drove back towards the southern heights, the vivid recollection of his conversation with the unknown entity seized his mind, refusing to be ignored.
Casting his thoughts back a few hours, Zhang Wei found himself enveloped in a monochromatic world, devoid of vibrant hues.
It was as if reality itself had been stripped of its vividness and reduced to a mere grayscale.
Bewilderment consumed Zhang Wei as he frantically reached out to establish a mental connection with the system, only to be met with resounding silence.
The once reliable conduit between him and the system had been severed, leaving him feeling disoriented and disconnected.
Anxiety began to creep its icy fingers into his core, its grip tightening with every passing moment.
The prospect of death, though unsettling, paled in comparison to the chilling thought of being forever trapped in this desolate realm.
