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"Glug... glug... glug..."
After stepping through that door, Mr. Su Bai felt his consciousness sink into a quagmire, surrounded by greasiness and heaviness, while he himself floated and sank like a specimen soaked in formaldehyde, beyond his control.
You can sense your own existence but cannot exert any willpower,
Your hands,
Your feet,
Even the pores of your skin,
Are all beyond your control.
You are a puppet, a marionette, but the greatest tragedy for a puppet and a marionette is to have a consciousness of their own. You have a self, but no freedom.
In a daze, Mr. Su Bai seemed to hear someone talking near his ear. The voice was fuzzy at first but gradually became clear, as if it came from a distant yet vaguely defined boundary.
"I say, Mr. Su, you really can do it, this is your son, isn't it?"
"How did you know."
