Remirg Kryptos's jaw fell onto the floor upon reading the new notification the Simulator had fired at him.
Even Mark himself was holding in the urge to laugh out loud seeing the expression Remirg was throwing right at him. He had to fight the urge so hard that his frantic behavior had made the screen post a singular message.
['...']
Looking at what he had just done, Mark's happiness was extinguished. He knew what was going to await him the very next moment. And it came, as he exclaimed, I'm ******.
A thunderous lightning struck him right in the chest (obviously his spiritual from, trapped inside the system), making him feel the very same excruciating pain when he had trespassed his limits first. This was the second time he was facing the brunt for his plausibility.
