"It seems I've stirred up a hornet's nest. Is this ever going to end?"
Even through the simulator, Chen Pingchuan could feel the irritation. How could a normal person handle all these sudden shocks? But why was it a woman's voice and not a man's? Where did the poker-faced guy and Big Beard go?
Chen Pingchuan temporarily paused the simulation, wearily rubbing his temples. Although his attributes were fully replenished in the simulation, he was still in a weakened state in reality. This condition would persist until the current simulation ended. Intense waves of dizziness occasionally assaulted his brain.
Chen Pingchuan got up and brewed a cup of violet tea. After taking a couple of sips, he felt his Spirit slightly revive. Only then did he return to the simulation with undivided attention.
"Alright, let's see which bastard showed up this time."
