"It's been ages since I last felt my dick." Forever Lu reached out, then glanced around—should he touch it?
Eh, whatever, no one's watching anyway.
With that thought, he reached down to his crotch.
"My precious dick, I've missed you so much!" He touched it twice; it still felt the same as always.
Forever Lu then reached toward the projected scene. His hand passed right through it, grabbing nothing but air.
"Damn it!" He cursed in frustration, but in this void, he couldn't hear his own voice—only able to fumble around with his hands.
"Sleep for five years!"
This time, he planned to sleep longer, using all the points on Touch Value.
[Host Forever Lu, 5-year sleep countdown starts now.]
Five years flew by. In the projection, the grass outside withered and regrew, turned green and then yellow, cycling over and over.
For Forever Lu, though, those five years of sleep passed in the blink of an eye.
"Add the points to Touch Value!"
Watching the large "6" next to Touch Value, he began to feel the changes in himself.
Not only could he hear the birds chirping from the projection, but he could also smell the fresh scent of grass.
This made him ecstatic—or at least, he thought he should be. It felt like a reflex; he didn't truly feel the joy, but he knew he ought to. Who'd understand this? After 12 years of transmigration, he could finally touch things, hear sounds, and smell scents!
Forever Lu tried again to reach through the projected scene. "Fuck!" He exclaimed—he'd grabbed grass!
He could hear his own voice now, and couldn't help but think: his voice was still so deep and magnetic…
Since it had been so long since he'd touched anything other than himself, he stretched out his big hand and felt the projected weeds over and over, like a pervert reaching for a little girl. He was utterly satisfied.
"Ah! This is the feeling!"
He took in the scent of the projected weeds deeply, as if a creep spotting a pretty girl in black stockings.
"Shit! That's so perverted!"
Forever Lu seemed to realize this too, and pulled back his hand from the weeds.
"But it's so good! So damn good!"
He immediately forgot his earlier thought about being perverted, and reached out again to touch the dense weeds.
Suddenly, the projected scene around him shifted. He felt like someone had picked him up.
"Wooden Stick! Look, there's a shiny big rock here!"
A young boy's voice reached Forever Lu's ears.
"Whoa! Brother Fan, you're awesome—you even found such a pretty rock!"
Another boy's honest voice spoke up.
"Cool, right? I, Lin Xiaofan, am gonna be a god-like man! This is nothing! Heh, when I learn xiuxian (the practice of cultivating spiritual power to become immortal, a core concept in Eastern fantasy) and become an immortal who can fly in the sky—that's when I'll be really awesome!"
The first boy's voice sounded again. Forever Lu learned the boy's name was Lin Xiaofan, and the owner of the honest voice was nicknamed Wooden Stick.
"That name's no ordinary one!" Forever Lu muttered to himself inside the rock. It had been so long since he'd had anyone to talk to, he found himself hoping the two boys might hear him.
Unfortunately, reality was cruel. The two boys couldn't hear a single sound he made.
"I'm gonna ask my mom to make this into a necklace—I'll wear it every day!" Lin Xiaofan held the rock higher, proud of himself.
"I'm so jealous of you!" Wooden Stick sniffled, speaking in his honest tone.
Forever Lu heard two soft thuds—probably the sound of someone patting a shoulder or back.
"Heh, no need to be jealous, Wooden Stick. I'll take you to find something even prettier!" Lin Xiaofan stuffed the rock (with Forever Lu inside) into his pocket.
Forever Lu could only see darkness, with the rough texture of burlap against him. Only a sliver of light slipped in through the pocket's opening.