Chapter 117 - Narrative Cage (Part 1)
Chapter 197 of "Player Reload" unveils a new twist: Chapter 117: Chapter 111 Narrative Cage (Part 1)In the following few days, Li Cheng was... See what happens!
Chapter 117: Chapter 111 Narrative Cage (Part 1)In the following few days, Li Cheng was busy
Li Cheng moved away from the computer screen, leaned back, and sighed lightly. In the previous Wasteland World, a nuclear war killed billions, and civilization evolved repeatedly—surely countless epic stories happened during that time. Yet such a world was merely a crystalline glass sphere displayed in the killing field.
Is transcendence really possible...
The air conditioner hummed softly, and faint bird chirps came from outside the window. The slight creaking sound of the chair was caused by the shifting of his weight.
The system notification abruptly sounded, and Li Cheng opened his eyes, taking a deep breath.
A solo script task, huh...
Li Cheng scratched his head, muttering, "Narrative Cage, judging from this task name, seems, perhaps, probably an escape type? Paper and pen I can understand, but what’s with the money? Don’t tell me I have to draw counterfeit bills by hand."
While he complained verbally, his body honestly stood up, preparing for the upcoming task.
When the clock struck twelve, the scenery before his eyes suddenly changed.
An unfamiliar ceiling.
The sensation of gravity reminded Li Cheng that he was currently lying flat on his back, in bed.
More precisely, in a bed in a prison cell.
The cell was approximately 4 meters long and 2.5 meters wide. All four walls were covered with gray soft padding material to prevent bumps, and a tubular daylight lamp emitting white light hung from the ceiling.
The single bed Li Cheng lay on was situated in the corner of the cell, made of metal with a spring structure. The mattress felt like coir, covered with a black and white striped bedsheet.
At the foot of the bed, there was a stool and a table fixed to the room. A bit further away were a mirror, a metal sink, and a toilet.
Click, click—
Li Cheng moved his body, sat up from the bed, and discovered that he was wearing handcuffs on his hands, shackles on his feet, and his attire had already been changed into blue and white prison clothes.
What the fuck?!
He stared wide-eyed in shock, and on the chest of the prison uniform, the name was clearly written.