Chapter 89: A Disorganized Army_1

"Alright. But let me sleep first, at least. My serum hasn't worn off yet, and my body isn't in the right condition, especially fatigue-wise. I can't...can't produce anything."

It took Harrison Clark a full five minutes to recover from the heavy blow of the genetic liquid.

It was too uncomfortable.

After finally convincing himself to be mentally prepared for a fierce battle, it turned out that he still had to obediently return to playing games.

Although the gaming experience was also very realistic and convincing, once people see something better, their eyes will naturally wander, and they may become discontented.

Furthermore, even though he had initially resisted the idea, once his mental preparations were complete, he held a go-for-broke attitude, thinking along the lines of 'if I don't go to hell, who will?' and considering anyone who didn't take advantage of the situation a fool. His thinking shifted.