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[Touch yourself, touch yourself.]
"Hmm?" Yu Liang noticed what was written on the last piece of paper and subconsciously touched his own body.
There was no visual change, but from a tactile perspective, he suddenly realized he could no longer perceive any ups and downs.
Right, no ups and downs, no thickness.
Am I becoming a plane?
Am I turning into a flat surface?
Yu Liang tried to sense his own thickness, but at that moment, it felt like every place his hands touched were flat.
All were flat.
The front of his face was flat, the side of his face was flat, and the back of his head was flat, too.
He couldn't feel any difference.
Between flat surfaces, there should be no difference.
But his eyes...
Why was everything still three-dimensional in his field of vision?
Everything in his eyes had depth, but the actual sensation was otherwise.
Another visual deception?
At this moment, the last paperman handed Yu Liang another piece of paper.
