A space where cold dampness and muggy humidity coexisted: a semi-basement. From inside came a rapid clatter. It wasn’t the sound of someone getting beaten. Click-clack! Tap-taptap! The sounds of a mouse and keyboard. They echoed through the dim semi-basement. “Ah, damn it!!” The man in front of the computer raised his voice. His ...
A space where cold dampness and muggy humidity coexisted: a semi-basement. From inside came a rapid clatter. It wasn’t the sound of someone getting beaten. Click-clack! Tap-taptap! The sounds of a mouse and keyboard. They echoed through the dim semi-basement. “Ah, damn it!!” The man in front of the computer raised his voice. His fingers only moved faster. And for good reason— He was just about to clear the floor that had blocked him for a whole week. Click!! With that final press— [ You have cleared the 100th floor of the Tower of Myth! ] The message popped up. But the man didn’t cheer. Instead, he immediately pressed his hands together. “Please awaken. Please awaken. Please awaken.” Like a prayer, he repeated the same words. Yes. He desperately needed to awaken. But as if mocking his wish
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