On this very day, Zhang Yuan opened his eyes again.
He had been locked in the Virtual World for eighteen years, working diligently every day, surprisingly without too much boredom! This was because the human Virtual World's simulation environment was powerful enough, with new research content and fresh things to encounter daily; on the other hand, this lack of weariness was also a result of thought modification.
"In reality, staying in Virtual Space long term, encountering only a few people, is not much different from being imprisoned."
"However, the feeling of returning to reality is quite nice."
Everything was so fresh, he could easily see the patterns on the ceiling, even the dust floating in the air.
His electronic pupils slightly contracted, and the microbial colonies in the dust were rapidly proliferating.
