As the Wandering Child opened the door at the end of the corridor for the second time, he entered the third layer of the nightmare.
The live streaming suddenly started shaking.
Noise, accompanied by static, blurred his figure.
The Cloud Strategy Team watching from outside the nightmare grew slightly anxious:
"--Is your screen getting snowy too?"
"--Seems like there's interference... Don't charge ahead anymore, Kid God, just stop for a bit, stop!"
"--Charge, come on, do it for your pops!"
"--Damn it, I just saw something flash outside my window..."
"I can't keep charging either sss..."
The Wandering Child sucked in a breath of cold air and grimaced as he clutched his abdominal wound.
It wasn't that he hadn't felt the pain before, he had just chosen to endure it and make a dash for it in one go.
Whether it hurts for a moment or it hurts incessantly, it's all pain in the end. Might as well run a few quick steps and advance the plot...
