After exploring Starfall City a bit, Rain returned to his virtual house in Twilight City using the house key.
Soon his surroundings changed and he appeared at his virtual house.
The interior was warm and inviting, with cozy furniture and decorations that reflected Rain's personal tastes.
It had been a long week, and he was ready to log out and take a break from the virtual world.
"I should log out for now." It was already late night. He was also tired.
***
Rain slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the bright light of the room.
As he sat up, he realized he was in a small, enclosed space, surrounded by high-tech equipment and wires.
It took him a moment to remember where he was: inside a VR simulation capsule.
He took a deep breath and looked around, feeling a sense of disorientation as the last remnants of the virtual world he had been immersed in faded away.
The room was quiet, with only the hum of the machines and the sound of her own breathing.
Rain took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady herself.
He removed the headset and cords from his body.
But now, as he emerged from the capsule, he felt a sense of relief. He had finally got some good skills.
Rain slowly blinked his eyes, feeling a pounding headache behind his temples.
As he sat up on his bed, he realized it was already night time.
The room was dimly lit, and the only sound was the soft hum of sea waves.
Rain took a deep breath and tried to shake off the disorientation.
The virtual world he had been immersed in had been intense and had taken a toll on his body.
He could still feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins and his heart racing.
As time passed, Rain's headache intensified.
[Host, you went overboard this time.]
This time, Rain was for more than a week.
Rain groaned and rubbed his temples. "I think I need some aspirin," he muttered, feeling the pounding in his head.
He looked around in his room for first aid kit. Soon he found it in the corner.
He rummaged through it until he found a bottle of aspirin, he quickly swallowed a few pills.
The pain didn't subside, and Rain took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself.
Apparently, Rain was having a headache because of information overload.
Even though in virtual reality 10 hours were equal to 1 hour in real life, it didn't mean your body was living 10 hours of life.
After all, how could the information of 10 hours be stored in 1 hour?
It wasn't impossible, however, it was too difficult.
Your playtime is determined by how much information your brain can store.
If you continue playing without knowing the limit of your brain, you may face dire consequences when you exit virtual reality.
Either you may face memory loss or a severe headache, like the one Rain is having now.
If a user continues playing in virtual reality without considering the limit of their brain, they risk facing the dire consequences mentioned above.
These consequences may persist even after exiting virtual reality, impacting the user's daily life.
To prevent information overload, it's important to take breaks during virtual reality playtime to allow the brain to rest and recover.
Additionally, users can limit their exposure to certain types of stimuli in virtual reality that may be more likely to cause information overload, such as bright flashing lights or loud noises.
[Host, It's worth noting that while headaches are a common symptom of information overload.]
[They can also be a sign of more severe conditions, such as migraines or neurological disorders.]
[Host, please take medicines immediately before your condition deteriorates more.]
"No." Rain shook his head.
[There is a chance that you might faint soon. You won't be able to rain for a few days.]
"Everything will be fine." Rain said in a calm tone.
[Only if you take medicine.]
Rain only smiled in response.
Every time he moved his head or turned, the pain would shoot through his brain like a bolt of lightning. His vision was starting to blur, and he felt disoriented, making it difficult to focus.
Suddenly, the pain became too much to bear.
"Argh..." Rain let out a cry of agony as his hands flew up to clutch her head.
The world around his started to spin, and he felt like he was going to pass out.
He tried to take a deep breath, but the pain was too much, and his breathing became shallow and rapid.
[Host, you are weird.]
"I know, thanks for the compliment." Even in the pain, Rain chuckled.
His hands were shaking, and he was covered in sweat. He collapsed on his bed, still clutching his head.
His vision was so blurry that everything looked the same. The pain was excruciating, and he felt like he was losing his mind.
[Stubborn Host.]
[Congratulations to Host to fulfill the conditions to upgrade to Parallel Thinking skill.]
[The skill is going through evolution.]
[Please rest a bit.]
These were the last words that Rain heard. Somehow unlike usual cold and monotonous words of the syst
em, it felt like these words were filled with warmth.
However, Rain wasn't in condition to sleep.
He drifted to sleep.
***
As the man walked down the silent road, his footsteps echoed through the empty streets.
The only sound that could be heard was the gentle rustling of the leaves as a cool breeze swept through the area.
The sky was clear and filled with twinkling stars, casting a soft glow over the surroundings.
The temperature was low, and the man could see his breath in the chilly air.
Despite the cold, the man continued to walk, his pace steady and purposeful. He didn't seem to feel the chill as he moved forward, his footsteps falling with a rhythm that echoed through the deserted street.
The surrounding area was eerily quiet, with no signs of life anywhere in sight.
The streetlights that usually illuminated the area were off, leaving the street in complete darkness.
The buildings on either side of the road were tall and imposing, their dark shapes looming over the man as he walked past.
The man's face was obscured by a black mask, making it impossible to see his features.
His clothing was a dark suit, which blended seamlessly into the night, making him appear like a shadow moving along the street.
As he walked, the man seemed oblivious to his surroundings, lost in his own thoughts.
He didn't seem to care that he was the only one on the street at this hour.
He continued on his path, moving forward with determination and purpose, like a man with a mission.
The silence of the night was almost unnerving, and the man's footsteps seemed to be the only sound in the entire area.
It was as though he was the only person left in the world, surrounded by nothing but darkness and silence.
As he disappeared into the distance, the only trace of the man left behind was the sound of his footsteps echoing through the night.
The man approached the big mansion, towering before him with its grandeur and elegance.
Its architecture was breathtaking, with ornate designs carved into the walls and pillars.
However, the mansion seemed to have been abandoned for years, with no signs of life anywhere in sight.
The front gate was rusted and creaked as the man pushed it open, revealing a long driveway leading up to the mansion's entrance.
As he walked up the driveway, his footsteps echoed through the quiet surroundings, the only sound that could be heard.
Upon reaching the entrance, the man pushed open the heavy wooden doors with ease, as if he had done so many times before.
The interior of the mansion was dimly lit, with only a few flickering candles casting shadows on the walls.
The man moved through the mansion with ease, his steps almost silent as he made his way through the empty hallways.
The mansion was grand, with multiple floors and countless rooms. The furnishings were elegant, with antique pieces and fine art adorning the walls.
Despite the grandeur of the mansion, it was clear that it had been left to decay for some time.
The once-beautiful decor was now faded and covered in dust. The air was thick with the musty scent of neglect.
As the man moved through the mansion, he seemed almost at home, familiar with its every nook and cranny.
It was as though he had lived there once before, and the mansion held a special place in his heart.
Despite the emptiness of the mansion, the man moved with purpose, his footsteps leading him to a particular room.
The door creaked open, revealing a room filled with antique furniture and a large fireplace. The room seemed to be frozen in time, with no signs of recent activity.
The man sat down in a chair in front of the fireplace, his thoughts lost in memories of the past.
The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire, casting a warm glow over the man's masked face.
The man sat in the chair, the fire casting a warm glow on his masked face as he reminisced about the past.
After a few moments, he stood up and began to undress.
As he removed his dark suit, his body was revealed to be well-toned and muscular, with the scars on his skin a testament to a life filled with hardship and struggle.
As he removed his clothing, the man's movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring each moment.
His scars told a story of a life that was filled with danger and action, of a man who had faced challenges that most people could never even imagine.
Somehow Rain was looking at the scene from the starting.
"What a strange dream. Still, somehow these city and place is similar." He thought inwardly.
Just as the man was about to remove his mask, he froze abruptly.
He stared at Rain intensely.
"Forget everything." He voice was sharp and cold, filled with immense pressure.
The silence of the mansion was broken, and Rain knew that he had to act fast.
However, before he could do anything he lost consciousness in the dream.
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