Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 34 Exit Failed

The pain gradually subsided after about thirty minutes.

The first thing Wang Yi did after recovering was to question the white-coated monk: "Didn't you say it had an analgesic effect? ​​Where's the analgesia?"

"If it weren't for the pain-relieving effect of the machine, you would have already passed out."

Wang Yi: "Then I'd rather faint."

“That’s not good,” Elsa said. “Enduring pain is also an effective way to strengthen one’s resolve.”

Is there another way?
Elsa: "Don't look at us with disbelief. We're alright. The High Table and the Assassins both have methods of asceticism to enter the path, using thorn-shaped whips to lash their backs to solidify their resolve."

"Is that really asceticism or BDSM?" Wang Yi questioned.

Elsa: "Huh? You're not surprised by the words 'High Table' and 'Assassins'? Do you know about these things?"

Of course, and I heard it from a powerful being who could use time-stopping magic.

Wang Yi: "I saw it while browsing short videos, and I was very surprised that the High Table and the Assassins actually existed."

"Hey, you didn't even discuss these things with me the moment you saw them."

Wang Yi: "I was so shocked at the time that I hadn't recovered and forgot to ask."

"Okay, it's nothing serious." Elsa looked Wang Yi up and down again. "The body-strengthening effect of the Strength Pill seems to have stopped. What are your thoughts?"

Wang Yi: "I don't have any particular feelings. In fact, I don't feel like I've become stronger at all."

The doctor in the white coat said, "The automatic treatment device also has a five-dimensional measurement function. Just press the virtual button on the screen and your real-time five-dimensional measurements will be displayed."

Wang Yi pressed the virtual button, and sure enough, his five dimensions appeared.

The first number stunned Wang Yi.

Strength: 1.2?

Drugs really work!

Elsa stuck her head out from the side and said, "Oh, not bad, not bad. Of the five dimensions, although agility and perception are still terrible, strength and physique are finally not bad."

The Power Pill seemed to specialize in strength and physique. After taking one pill, Wang Yi's strength increased to 1.2, and his physique improved from a terrible 0.3 to 0.8.

However, Wang Yi suddenly remembered that Elsa seemed to have said that the company's five-dimensional reading, 1 point, was the normal performance of an ordinary person.

My constitution score is 0.8, which means that even after taking the "powerful pill," my body is still in a sub-healthy state and has not reached the general human standard at all.

What kind of life did I live before?

Elsa: "You took a super-powerful pill, and your physique score is only 0.8. If you hadn't come here to cultivate immortality, you would have died on your internship at an ordinary company, right?"

It's really possible.

At this point, the monk in the white coat said, "The examination is complete. Your body is perfectly normal. You haven't grown tentacles in places like your armpits, or exhibited any obvious atavism."

Wang Yi: "Before I took the super pill, no one told me that taking it might cause me to grow tentacles or revert to my ancestral traits!"

The doctor in the white coat looked at Elsa and said, "According to the rules, it should be your mentor—the tour guide—who tells you these things."

"I forgot, hehe~" Elsa tried to get away with it by acting cute.

But she received a message on her phone: Due to a work error, 100 points have been deducted from your account.

The doctor in the white coat had a gloating expression on his face, but after being glared at by the big white cat, he cleared his throat seriously and said, "According to the rules, you two should go home immediately and use the scenarios you usually talk about to reinforce the newcomer's anchoring. Also, he needs a long period of deep sleep."

Wang Yi: "Huh? I'm not sleepy yet?" "That's because the effects of the stimulant are still on you. You're very excited. Once the stimulant wears off, you should be so tired that you'll collapse on the bed and not move at all. You'll be lying like a corpse until tomorrow morning," Elsa said. "Don't worry, you won't turn into a beetle. If you were going to, you would have already."

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Just as Elsa said, once the effects of the stimulant wore off, Wang Yi immediately became so sleepy that he could stand up and sleep on the subway.

He battled sleep for almost two hours before finally climbing up to his little attic, panting heavily.

Wang Chengyan's room was dark, and her work shoes weren't at the door, so it seemed something had delayed her.

Wang Yi stumbled into the room, didn't even close the door before plopping onto the bed, closing his eyes and demonstrating his ability to fall asleep instantly.

He was indeed asleep.

However, he soon "woke up" in the dream world.

Looking at the cyberpunk-style neon-lit city in front of him, Wang Yi wished he could immediately fall asleep in this dream.

Extreme drowsiness made him not want to do anything.

So Wang Yiqiang struggled to fly up to the high platform of a small building, and then fell directly onto the roof insulation layer.

After lying on the ground for an unknown amount of time, Wang Yi struggled to sit up.

No, I still need to work to charge the cheat program.

I can't sleep soundly without having any trump cards in hand.

With that in mind, Wang Yi began searching everywhere for something he could take out and convert into energy.

Then he searched around but couldn't find a single hair.

In this world, even cars are fixed to the ground, and various other small objects are also directly fixed within the scene.

In the end, Wang Yi had no choice but to draw his gun and try to break the tempered glass on the company's exterior wall. After firing a few shots, he realized it was wishful thinking.

This time, the collective unconscious space was practically preventing Wang Yi from bringing things into the real world.

Having no other choice, Wang Yi decided to change his dream.

He flew to the tallest building in his field of vision, confirmed that he could levitate as before, ruled out the possibility that this place was reality, and then de-levitated—Wang Yi was very familiar with this process.

However, this time he did not wake up, but instead fell heavily to the ground.

what's the situation?
Wang Yi sat up, touched himself all over to make sure he wasn't missing any arms or legs, and then tried to stand up, but failed when he tried to put his legs up and fell back down on the ground.

Could he be a demonic cultivator? What kind of magic did he use to trap me?
But that's not right. I'm just one person. After he controls me, he should show himself and prepare to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh.

Wang Yi carefully used his Qi-observation ability to observe his surroundings.

Found nothing.

If this wasn't a conspiracy by demonic cultivators, was it because I was too tired that even though I created the sensation of falling, I couldn't wake up?
That's possible.

Being too tired will cause the evacuation to fail. Am I going to have to stay in this cyberpunk-style collective unconscious space all night?
Regardless, let's confirm the weapons first.

Wang Yi sat down cross-legged, placed the Walter PPK in front of him, and then took out the G18C and placed it next to the Walter.

It seems there's no limit to how many weapons I can carry in a dream; as long as I'm familiar with a weapon, it can appear in the collective unconscious of the dream world.

After taking inventory of his weapons, Wang Yi decided that since he was already here, he might as well take a look at what this vast cyberpunk-style world had to offer. Maybe if he searched for a while, the rules of the world would loosen up, and then he could easily fill all his pockets and make a tidy escape.

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