Chapter 31 This Can't Pass the Trial

The pain in Lin Han's body was an illusion.

The so-called "empathy" is no joke. When the eyes see something, the brain will naturally think that it is injured and secrete corresponding pain. Only after Lin Han repeatedly told himself that he was not actually injured, this illusory and extremely intense pain gradually dissipated.

Therefore, even though the Yin Yue handprint still had a strong presence on his body, Lin Han, who was standing in front of the mirror at this moment, did not feel even a little pain. He only had a tragic wound brought from the new world.

It's like a brand.

He reached out and touched it. The edge of the wound was slightly raised, blurring the boundary between falsehood and reality.

The "New World" is absolutely safe, otherwise it would not be promoted on such a large scale. If it had any potential danger or uncertainty, it would not have become popular all over the world in such a short period of time without being checked and controlled by any relevant parties.

It is a recognized fact that people who experience it can gain happiness and knowledge from the game. As for the harmfulness and whether injuries in the game will be brought into the real world, there was no such precedent before Lin Han.

He was the first one.

Song Ziyi was even more shocked than Lin Han. He realized the danger and the aberration of the game bug in "New World" earlier than Lin Han.

He immediately contacted his own exclusive VIP customer service - all players on the list have their own one-on-one exclusive customer service, so that when they encounter problems, they can be solved in time. This is also a small benefit that "New World" gives to these players.

But the problem was beyond Lin Han's expectations, and also beyond Song Ziyi's expectations.

From Song Ziyi's words, Lin Han easily discovered that he had great trust and affirmation in his exclusive VIP customer service.

In Song Ziyi's experience, "New World" handles things at an astonishing speed. In most cases, a response comes the next second after a request or feedback is made. In a special case like Lin Han's, which is obviously related to the "New World" game, and since Song Ziyi personally responded, he would definitely get a clear official response and solution from New World within five minutes.

There was no exaggeration in saying that this was the speed of the new world—in most cases, they didn't even need time to investigate the causes and consequences, but could directly draw conclusions as if they were experiencing it with him.

Superb service attitude and level.

With some conceited thoughts of showing off in front of Lin Han, Song Ziyi patted his chest and said "Let me do it" with some pride, but he was quickly slapped in the face.

His familiar exclusive customer service representative, Xiao V, did confirm his request immediately and gave him a reply within just one minute, but did not solve their problem. Instead, he told him that the problem had been reported and that a satisfactory reply would be given within 48 hours.

Song Ziyi: “?”

This was completely different from what he had imagined.

It even takes forty-eight hours, far exceeding the basic after-sales time of twenty-four hours.

This is not like the style of "New World" at all. If you tell others about it, they may not even believe it and just think it is a smear on "New World".

Song Ziyi also came to the mirror and carefully touched the handprint on Lin Han's body that looked quite tragic. The skin was warm, and other than the appearance, the rest of the body was no different.

"So how did you get yourself like this in the game?" Song Ziyi asked.

After getting over his initial worry about his friend being injured, Song Ziyi quickly regained his composure.

In fact, when he confirmed that Lin Han was not in danger of life and contacted customer service, he could no longer suppress his curiosity. He just respected the fact that Lin Han was "injured" and did not inquire about the news immediately.

Lin Han: “…”

Lin Han didn't really want to tell Song Ziyi that he had switched from life mode to fantasy mode. After all, with Song Ziyi's personality, once he knew about it, Lin Han would have no peace. He would try every means to successfully meet Lin Han in the game in order to achieve the purpose of "showing off".

Lin Han knew Song Ziyi's thoughts very well.

Song Ziyi would become very annoyed and he would not be able to get rid of him at all, but Lin Han was not someone who could not figure things out. In this situation, if he continued to hide it without someone familiar with the game to help him with advice, his life would become even more difficult in the future.

If you have help but don't use it, you are a fool. At this moment, Lin Han is unwilling to be a fool anymore.

So when Song Ziyi made up his mind to pester her to find out everything today and was ready to continue asking questions with a shameless face, Lin Han nodded without hesitation.

Song Ziyi widened his eyes: Did you agree so easily?

Lin Han ignored him, put down the pajamas that were lifted to her chest and straightened them, then walked towards the living room.

The housework robot had already cleaned up the living room. The mess Lin Han had made just now had been completely cleared up. The game compartment that had been opened had also been closed. Lin Han took a few more glances at the nutrient solution that had been refilled inside, then crossed his legs and curled up on the sofa.

He sat in the corner, almost sinking his whole body into the soft cushion. Under Song Ziyi's puzzled gaze, he pulled the blanket beside him and wrapped himself tightly. He then carefully placed two orders of roasted sweet potatoes on the takeaway platform, then leaned back and closed his eyes as he looked at Song Ziyi's gradually shocked expression.

"No?" Song Ziyi looked at his actions and asked in confusion, "When did you start liking this?"

Lin Han buried her head in the blanket and closed her eyes: "I'll take a break. Call me when the takeaway arrives."

The sudden scars on his body were only the most noticeable thing he brought out of the game. There were also many "wounds" invisible to the naked eye sitting on the sofa with him.

He is a little cold.

The indoor temperature is kept at 26 degrees, which is the most comfortable temperature for human body. It would not affect Lin Han even if he fell asleep leaning on the sofa. But the moment he sat down just now, his body shivered inexplicably, and his exposed arms seemed to be stimulated by something, and goose bumps appeared. Lin Han seemed to be back in that room. He was huddled in that corner wrapped in a blanket, and outside, the white snow was swirling wildly, threatening to freeze him to death.

He was also a little hungry.

Under the mental pressure, Lin Han couldn't taste the taste of the canned food and faced the inevitable crisis at any time, which made him subconsciously keep himself hungry. He opened his mouth slightly, but felt that the passage from his mouth to his stomach was like an empty tube, without anything in it.

But in reality, was he cold? He wasn't cold, nor was he hungry. These were all illusions. It was just that he would suddenly have a thought that made him feel as if time had gone back and he was still in the game.

Even at this moment when he clearly realized that everything was his illusion, he couldn't help but think: How happy and joyful it would be if he could hold a sweet roasted sweet potato in such a cold and suffocating environment, which was so hot that he could hardly hold it and had to wrap it with his sleeves, tear off the dry surface to see the sweet aroma surging out from the honey-colored flesh like a substance, and then take a bite.

Just thinking about this, Lin Han became uncontrollably excited.

See, there really is something wrong with him.

At first he was only shocked and upset, but now when he closed his eyes, he remembered Yin Yue's appearance and recalled his voice. He was trapped in the game and couldn't get out.

Lin Han had long thought about whether he needed to talk to a psychiatrist after leaving the dungeon, but perhaps the pain had been forgotten after the wound healed, and now he felt that seeking medical treatment just for such a thing seemed a bit of an overreaction.

Lin Han: Headache.

Song Ziyi knew Lin Han's temper, so he didn't rush him. He just sat down opposite him and took advantage of this opportunity to go to his friend to inquire about the news. Naturally, he got nothing. In the end, he honestly took the takeaway and delivered the hot roasted sweet potato to Lin Han.

The sweet potatoes were baked using traditional methods, and the skin was slightly charred and dry, not sticky. The scorching heat was transmitted from the palms of his hands to his chest, burning away the gloom in Lin Han's heart and completely distinguishing reality from illusion.

Just like that, Lin Han sat on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and ate roasted sweet potatoes. While eating, he told everything that happened after he entered the game, including how his game mode suddenly changed from life mode to fantasy mode, and the entire process he experienced in the game.

A copy that is almost based on reality, a strange academy plane, special NPCs, a "factory" copy that is not suitable for the general public, and Silver Moon.

Especially Yin Yue, his appearance, his strange little movements and confusing attitude, and his ambiguous words, Lin Han recalled and said everything he could think of.

In Lin Han's cognition, Yin Yue was a difficult being to describe. He attributed his inexplicable trust and fear of Yin Yue to the game settings, but the time he spent explaining or the bewildered look on his face still revealed his true thoughts.

It was obvious that there must be some problems with his gaming process, and it was very different from that of others. Lin Han could tell from Song Ziyi's gradually dull expression that the difference was not a little bit.

He was still a little embarrassed. After all, an adult could so easily fall into the world created by the game, and actually feel fear towards an NPC in the game. In the past, Lin Han would have thought it was ridiculous.

Song Ziyi, who learned everything from Lin Han, said: "......"

He sincerely wanted to ask from the bottom of his heart: Are they really playing the same game?

Song Ziyi couldn't believe it at all.

Putting aside the sudden change in the game mode, the "college" that Lin Han entered alone had already made Song Ziyi curious. The weird, powerful and special NPCs and the unique assessments - the so-called freshman assessment was actually carried out in the form of a copy.

You have to know that "New World" is more like a Sims game. Not everyone is qualified to participate in the dungeon as soon as they enter the game. It requires players to have a certain level of strength first. Lin Han entered the dungeon in less than half a day after entering the game, and entered the qualifying competition earlier than any other player. This also indirectly confirms that the academy dimension seems to be higher than the dimension Song Ziyi knows to some extent.

Moreover, compared with the "Factory" copy, the ranking copies that Song Ziyi had participated in were more like playing house. They were copies that clearly reduced the number of participants and used blood and violence as gimmicks. Song Ziyi opened his mouth and began to doubt his life.

"This, this, this, none of this can pass muster!"

Lin Han: That’s what he thought when he was hanging on the conveyor belt.