Su Ming'an's consciousness was somewhat hazy as his limbs were restricted.
With a light tinkling sound, he felt a numbness at his temples. Massive data, like a plunging waterfall, suddenly began to assail his brain, and a cold current of electricity flowed from his head into his limbs.
This sensation, akin to death, felt familiar to him, even carrying a warmth reminiscent of home.
"Ya… sa."
He faintly heard someone calling him.
Immediately after, lamentations, despair, anger... as if all the negative emotions of the human world had assaulted him at once, entangled like a tangle of threads. He heard a variety of voices—high-pitched, low, fervent, cold...
Someone was crying toward him, their face blurred. Then a second person, a third person... until the figures were endless, and the cold tears they shed joined into great rivers.
They reached out their hands toward him as if to embrace him tightly, yet also seemed to want to engulf him.
As if pleading for the help of a "god."
