It was like a newbie joining a group chat and instantly seeing 999+ messages, or someone buying a second-hand laptop for eighty yuan, opening QQ, and getting bombarded with hundreds of video pop-ups, or leaving the house at 7:30 AM and hitting Yi Zhou's morning rush hour. If Huai Shi's capacity for information intake hadn't been above average, aided by the Book of Fate, he would have exploded on the spot.
Even so, Huai Shi began to foam at the mouth, and black spots appeared before his eyes. His Soul was overloaded, and his Stigma was on the verge of losing control.
Countless voices rose and fell in his ears.
