Xiao Xun woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat.
He was so weak that he could barely open his eyes, and at the same time, his body was shaking violently.
Panic clawed at Xiao Xun's throat. This wasn't a dream. The metallic tang of sweat filled his nostrils, and the bedsheets felt like sandpaper against his clammy skin. Every muscle in his body vibrated with a cold, relentless tremor. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will the shaking away, but it only intensified.
A primal urge, raw and desperate, gnawed at him. It wasn't hunger, not exactly. It was a hollowness that ached deeper than any bone, a yearning that whispered, unknown relief. He didn't know why, yet his own body was rebelling.
A choked moan escaped his lips.
'Fuck, system, what's happening to me...?'
[I do not know! Nothing is written about it in the world book!]
