The Death Building was far more dangerous than Han Fei could have imagined; in fact, it was likely beyond the scope of a normal person's imagination to fully grasp its terror.
For a level thirteen player, the Death Building was like purgatory composed of countless nightmares, enough to drive a sane person completely mad, instilling the notion that death would be a release.
"Zhuang Ren, Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, Fu Sheng, Butterfly..." Han Fei's mind was flooded with numerous perplexities, and he bore a pressure that a comedic actor should never have to endure.
Once he felt a little better, Han Fei crawled out of the Game Box and pulled open the curtains.
The sunlight shined on him and, slowly closing his eyes, Han Fei silently savored this moment of bliss.
"To be alive is such a real thing," he thought.