"The process of this resonance is essentially providing kinetic energy for the berserk mode."
"In other words, as long as soone uses it, its kinetic energy is inexhaustible!"
"You can take a closer look, Mirel’s spiritual power is weaker than yours and might not notice, but with your current spiritual power, you should be able to feel it."
Li Zheng was slowly walking on the treadmill, and it wasn’t until after the hint from virtual that he belatedly realized that his current feeling was quite peculiar.
It seed as if his emotions were connected to the treadmill, and as the treadmill’s speed ran, his emotions were also changing accordingly.
At this mont, the treadmill was still running relatively slow, and Li Zheng’s mood was about equivalent to the level of being cursed at, belonging to a "I’m not happy, but not to the extent of arguing with you" state.
In addition to this state, Li Zheng also felt that the treadmill seed to be drawing sothing indescribable from him.
That thing circulated inside the treadmill and then transford slightly before feeding back to him.
Li Zheng carefully sensed and actually ’heard’ intermittent mockery from the treadmill.
It was as if soone in his heart was using an annoying tone saying: "Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Can you run faster if you have the ability?"
He couldn’t help but shout, "Damn it, who are you looking down on? Speed up for !"
"..."
Seemingly anticipating it, Virtual adjusted the treadmill’s speed in sync the mont Li Zheng’s words left his mouth.
Running faster and faster, the strange echo in Li Zheng’s heart also grew more excessive.
"No way, no way? Can it really only run this fast?"
"Trash! Trash! At this speed? Even a baby crawls faster than you!"
"Do you have the guts to speed up? If you don’t, you’re my grandson!"
...
The echo didn’t have a specific aning; these sentences were actually the ones Li Zheng imagined based on that peculiar echo.
There is one situation more infuriating than others being angry at you.
And that’s being angry at yourself...
The person who knows yourself best is often yourself.
Sotis, after a day ends, lying in bed alone, rembering a dumb thing you did today, you start simring in your own anger...
Ultimately, it ends up hurting yourself.
The state Li Zheng was in now was quite similar, akin to actually contending with himself.
However, ’anger’ often blinds one’s reason, and the constantly rising anger seed to carry so magical power, causing Li Zheng to subconsciously disregard a lot of information, gradually becoming more subjective.
"Damn you!"
"Speed up for !"
"Speed up!"
"Speed up!!!"
As the speed increased, the resonance the treadmill gained from Li Zheng grew stronger, and the feedback he imagined beca dirtier and more infuriating.
In this uncanny loop, on the treadmill, Li Zheng’s legs were practically like the protagonist racing against the landlady in Kung Fu Hustle, flipping into two wheels of light and shadow.
Endless fatigue surged from the depths of his spiritual body, and Li Zheng’s deanor grew increasingly languid, seemingly ready to collapse at any ti, severing his connection with the Dark Realm.
Even so, Li Zheng was still roaring, "Speed up! Speed up! Speed up for again! If I don’t run this little demon to death today, you won’t even know how many eyes the King of Horses has!!"
With this roar, he eventually couldn’t keep up with the treadmill, eting the sa end as Mirel, being brutally flung away.
With a thud, he crashed into the void wall and slithered down like mud.
"I... ni... ma..."
The weak expletive was left unfinished, and Li Zheng lost consciousness, with Mirel also departing together from the Dark Realm.
...
The next day, Li Zheng suddenly woke from his stupor, eyes wide open, and the first words out of his mouth were: "Keep speeding up for !!!"
Uh...?
In an instant, he reacted again.
Wait, what?
Speed up what?
"Hiss~~~"
Upon deep thought, it was terrifying!
Anger turned into Virtual’s hands and beca so horrifying?
That even his spiritual power couldn’t suppress its influence on him?
Or rather, if the anger remained within him and continued to grow, one day when he could no longer suppress it, would he beco like that, completely losing himself?
Li Zheng carefully recalled that treadmill exercise scene, using four words to describe it: like a lifeti ago!
Once he got on the treadmill, it was as if he turned into a different person, irritable and easily angered.
The problem is...
It being irritable and easily angered is one thing, he had triggered and experienced the anger emotions within him before.
But why this ti did he behave like a fool who lost his mind, fruitlessly challenging a treadmill?
It’s so damn foolish!
Luckily there weren’t many people in the Dark Realm, if more people were around to watch, it would have been a social death scene...
"Awake?"
Mirel poked her head over from the stairs, looked at Li Zheng and said, "Get up if you’re awake, breakfast is ready."
"What ti is it?"
Li Zheng glanced at the ti; it was just after 8:30 in the morning.
Thankfully, not too late.
Today is the official start of the "Fishing Contest," with registration beginning at eight.
Li Zheng flipped through the system panel and found a new registration entry, and Starting Point Legion had already completed registration at the first opportunity, with Vice Captain Xiao Siyuan handling it.
At this ti, due to the Identity Card lock, all players, in their boredom, chatted idly in various channels, waiting until the registration deadline.
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