[The world countdown is complete——Welcome players back! 】
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[Detecting the damage status of the machine...]
[Repairing for you...]
[Repair completed! (Note: The player's mental state system cannot be repaired, please adjust it yourself!)]
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Su Mingan opened his eyes, but did not stand up straight.
His legs went limp and he fell backwards uncontrollably onto the bed behind him.
His eyes wandered for a moment at the ceiling of his personal space, and he propped himself up and began to dry heave beside the bed.
He hadn't felt anything special in the dome, but this time, the difference between the two worlds was clear. His throat was still filled with the taste of volcanic ash and curse particles.
Now, as he breathed in the exceptionally fresh air, he realized that the environmental conditions in the dome were indeed extremely bad. The contrast in air quality was too obvious.
"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed for a long time before he slightly relieved the strange feeling of blockage in his throat.
Starting from the fifth day, his sanity value dropped drastically, and he even spent a whole day in hallucination. This damage is irreversible.
He just kept holding on.
In the middle and late stages of the dungeon, his san value remained at an extremely low 50 points.
The permanent damage the Eighth World caused him this time was even more serious than that of the Sixth World. Some of the damage was irreversible and would accumulate over and over again.
If there is still such a san-dropping copy in the later stage...
He lay on the bed, his thoughts gradually turning into a paste in his mind, his vision gradually dimmed, and he closed his eyes silently.
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When he woke up again, Su Mingan felt unprecedentedly tired.
It felt like there were rocks tied all over my body and my limbs were somewhat out of control.
His hands were clenched tightly around his chest, and he was having trouble breathing.
He almost thought he would never wake up.
...If I really never wake up from my sleep, would it be considered a blessing?
He looked at the time. It was January 16, 2024, 2:40 p.m.
The duration of the eighth world was from January 1 to January 15, exactly fifteen days. He slept for a full fourteen hours, and his fatigue subsided a little, but he still felt a little uncomfortable - very obvious discomfort.
It was as if there was a stone stuck in his heart, and he had a distinct sense of panic.
And the most obvious thing is the color tone in front of you.
The world before his eyes became much dimmer.
It was as if the vision was desaturated. The originally orange-yellow wooden cabinets turned grayish yellow, and the pure white walls became gray. Even the usually stable ceiling lights seemed dim.
It was as if someone had drawn a veil in front of his eyes, and black, white and gray began to invade the original colorful sky.
He subconsciously looked towards the upper left corner of the san value, and after not seeing the conspicuous orange bar - he suddenly realized, as if waking up from a dream, that it was now break time and there was no san value setting.
...Is it the spiritual influence left over from the Eighth World?
He remembered that Yamada Machiichi once said that during the period when Yamada Machiichi suffered from severe depression, he saw everything in black and white. Gray trees, gray sky, gray roads. When he saw a river in the morning, he even wanted to jump into it.
...But Su Mingan never thought that he would be related to such a disease.
Maybe this is just some legacy effect.
He held onto the wall and slowly stood up, staring at the personal space in front of him which had become noticeably grayer.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
The video communication prompt sound suddenly rang.
He chose to answer the call and saw Lu Shu's face.
“Awake?” Lu Shu seemed to be sitting at the table, drinking tea—when he was on the phone, he always seemed to be sipping tea.
"Su Ming'an, I want to help you a little more." Lu Shu said, "You can bring your white cat and black cat to me. I will help you raise them in the next three days."
He decided to give up his rare rest time and help Su Mingan take care of the cat.
"Okay." Su Mingan said.
Lu Shu continued, "There is no definite news about the Ninth World yet. We don't know what type it is. Some people speculate that it will be a radiation apocalypse or a cyberpunk world. After all, these two worlds have never appeared. Some people also speculate that it will be a world divided by nationality like the Third World. In this case, for our Dragon Country, it may be a martial arts world or a fairy world. But no matter what, the Ninth World will definitely open in three days. You should have a good rest."
"Um."
"...You look tired?" Lu Shu suddenly put down his teacup.
"Is it obvious?" Su Mingan said.
"Obviously." Lu Shu nodded.
"..."Su Mingan was silent for a moment.
His eyes flickered slightly.
“Lü Shu.” He closed his eyes. “The mental problems are getting worse. Everything I see has become darker.”
Lu Shu panicked when he heard this, as if he was more panicked than he was:
"What should I do? I'll find a way to breed you a pet to amuse you?"
Su Mingan immediately thought of the ugly dog that Lu Shu tried to give him at the end of the sixth world.
That dog is extremely ugly.
"No need." Su Mingan refused decisively: "I will continue to rest."
“Then I will continue to help you search for some useful information on the forum…” Lu Shu said.
After saying a few simple words, Su Mingan hung up the phone.
He knew that Lu Shu was also very anxious, but Lu Shu was not a psychiatrist, nor did he have strong mental medicine. All Lu Shu could do was to do his best - such as what he was best at, raising a pet.
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