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Lin's eyes could no longer open, slowly blinking with intervals of over five seconds, moving sluggishly.
It seemed as if a layer of mist obscured his vision, or perhaps it was the result of severe myopia from having his eyes removed, as he groggily reached out to the table.
"Smack!"
Lin's hand slapped down on the table, his body leaning forward as a dizzying sensation suddenly overwhelmed him, causing him to completely lose control of his mind.
He was drunk, heavily intoxicated by a violent surge of energy.
"Crash!"
Losing control of his body, Lin rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. His hand continued to fumble around, relying on his last bit of willpower to search for the Divine Residue.
Without the subsequent support of the Divine Residue, even in his current state of confusion, Lin could imagine what would become of him.
He would be burst apart by this brutal energy!
Perhaps he would end up as a grotesque heap of flesh, like a blooming flower of blood and meat...
That hand kept groping around, knocking over bowls and chopsticks on the table, creating a chaotic clatter!
Finally, that hand found the Divine Residue; the thin chip felt like shattered glass—very sharp. With just a slight pressure from his finger, it was cut open.
Crimson blood dripped down onto the Divine Residue. In the next moment, Lin's hand lost all strength and fell limply.
"Ha! Ha!"
Lin lay in the gap between the sofa and the table, breathing heavily like a dying beast, his expression twisted in agony.
He had already lost all sensation in his body; perhaps it would be more appropriate to say, "his senses had become numb due to the intense impact."
Extreme pain leads to numbness.
If someone could see the flow of energy within Lin, they would surely be astonished. Inside his stomach, a dazzling red energy was colliding violently.
Like an erupting mountain torrent, it flowed through Lin's veins to every part of his body!
Lin's eyes had lost their luster, empty like an old house.
His vision had vanished, leaving only a blurry mist before him... even more terrifying was that this mist was also dissipating, swallowed by darkness.
A thought suddenly emerged in Lin's mind: Am I going to die?
Yes! Would Lin die under such reckless circumstances?
He didn't know... A long-lost feeling surged within him, a sense of fear.
Before Lin lost consciousness, he saw something black diving into his mind from the mist. It felt cool and somewhat painful, but very comforting—much better than that explosive sensation!
This feeling was truly pleasant... Perhaps I won't die...
This was Lin's last thought. Before he could finish it, he completely lost consciousness as darkness engulfed all light.
Lin's head tilted, and he fell into a coma.
At the center of Lin's forehead, a black aura transformed from the Divine Fragment rapidly penetrated his seven orifices, about to bring Lin once again the "pain of divinity."
As the black energy completely penetrated Lin's body, his complexion grew even worse, with black and red auras each taking up half, constantly tugging at each other, advancing and retreating!
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Lin's body began to tremble violently, rising and falling like a fish that had been pulled ashore, thrashing back and forth on the ground, crashing into the sofa and table, producing loud noises.
This situation lasted for about a minute before it began to develop into a more dire state. The shaking of his body intensified, and beads of blood started to ooze from his skin.
The countless beads of blood seeped out of Lin's pores like insects, soon enveloping his entire body in blood.
It seemed that Lin had miscalculated this time.
His plan to break through the "life barrier" and simultaneously "protest" against the System was not as effective as he had imagined.
This was not a good plan; it was a foolish act that led him toward the abyss of destruction.
If this continued, Lin would explode from within. His body was too fragile to withstand the impact of Torrent, let alone endure the tug-of-war between 【Divine Residue】 and Torrent.
...
"Beep beep beep! Severe Warning!"
"The host has entered a state of imminent death! Calculating... The host will completely perish in 0 seconds!"
The Virtual Screen popped up automatically without being summoned, its bright red text flashing continuously, casting a warning red hue on the wall it faced!
"Squeak..."
With the call, the sound of machinery echoed in the bedroom, and a black shadow rushed out, moving at incredible speed, instantly appearing in front of Lin.
The dark metal glimmered under the light; it was the Live Streamer!
The Live Streamer's Camera extended, focusing on Lin's body, with red lights flashing continuously, looking quite anxious.
"You're such a restless one! You're going to end up getting yourself killed sooner or later!"
The Live Streamer spun around Lin, emitting a Synthetic Voice.
That synthetic voice was Special, using a very deep tone that sounded imposing, more like an electronic police officer than a service voice.
No! That's not the point! The point is that the Live Streamer can actually talk?
It seemed that the Live Streamer was separate from the platform System. From what had just happened, it was clear that the Live Streamer possessed high intelligence and could act independently.
After three months of living with the Live Streamer, Lin had never realized that this thing had intelligence.
It appeared that the Live Streamer's intelligence was quite significant; its red light flickered as if it were contemplating something, and the Camera kept extending and retracting, giving off a sense of worry.
"Beep beep beep! Death countdown... 10, 9, 8..."
The red light of the Virtual Screen grew increasingly urgent as that rigid synthetic voice began counting down to death.
As the countdown started, Lin's body no longer trembled violently; the black and red energy surrounding him seemed to be accumulating strength, as if preparing for a fierce battle!
A fight to the death!
Lin's breathing became slower, with more intake than exhalation, and it seemed he was on the verge of death.
"This is such a hassle! Such a hassle!"
The Live Streamer shook the Camera, looking quite annoyed. Then his tone fluctuated dramatically as he shouted, "Activate Management Permissions to repair the host's body and resolve the death crisis!"
"Beep! Special command accepted: Repair the host's body and resolve the death crisis."
As the Virtual Platform repeated this, a white light rose from Lin's body. The soft white glow had a sacred aura, enveloping Lin Quan.
With the rise of the white light, Lin's breathing gradually stabilized, and the two energies within him, red and black, also became calm.
The white light acted like a fusion agent, neutralizing the black and red energies, forming a swirling vortex of two colors that slowly rotated. The two energies began to merge around Lin's abdomen.
"Ding! Congratulations, you have escaped from a near-death state."
The monotonous Electronic Synthesized Voice sounded somewhat inappropriate at that moment. Was Lin even conscious enough to hear anything?
"Congratulations my foot! This guy should be dead! A thousand times over! How many times has it been? Just twice! He should just obediently be a mechanical hero; the System even chose that for him! But no, he insists on choosing a path to self-destruction!"
The Live Streamer was furious, jumping up and down in anger! (If it had feet.)
"N zu n die! Do you understand?"
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