"BLEAARGH!!!"
It was a vomit that blacked out the sky and dimmed the earth.
Huai Shi had no idea how long he had been vomiting. Even after his stomach was empty, he couldn't help but feel nausea and the urge to retch.
Logically speaking, with the constitution of a Sublimator, he should have been perfectly suited for any common man's profession. He had thought that even if he were to sit in NASA's astronaut training centrifuge, it wouldn't be a problem, but now Huai Shi profoundly realized that even Sublimators had their limits... One should not arrogantly challenge professions and rules they don't understand.
It was as if he had personally opened a bottle sealing a Demon, and now his heart was filled with deep regret. What the hell kind of wild driving was it that made him feel like his life was flashing before his eyes?!
If he had to make a comparison, it would be like being tied up, stuffed into a cannon, and then shot out.
