Chen Ke pulled open the door to his room, crossed into the Illusion Dream Center, where Slavin was sprawled on the windowsill, aimlessly staring out at the bizarre scenery.
When he sensed Chen Ke's entrance, he immediately ran over and grabbed Chen Ke's arm, frightening Chen Ke into shaking him off hastily.
Slavin's complexion was poor, and Chen Ke could see that his spirits were low and he had fallen into some kind of paranoia.
"Chen Ke... can you get me out of here?" Slavin asked.
His voice shook a little, a pleading tone to it.
Chen Ke frowned slightly, but he also understood Slavin well. The Illusion Dream Center had no concept of time; one wouldn't feel hunger, thirst, aging, or even death. Unless you killed yourself by jumping off a cliff, one might experience the taste of eternal life.
However, as a small floating fragment of the dream world, the Illusion Dream Center had its limited and monotonous scale. It was just a lone cliff floating in rolling clouds.
