Today is the third day that Hamlin has woken up from his coma.

When he woke up, the tiny vines he felt on his body were electrodes attached to his body to monitor his physical condition, and Hamm ripped them off, and the doctor who monitored his physical condition in the next room was scared enough, and his sister, who was guarding there, jumped up from the sofa in shock. Several people hurriedly ran over, and found that the person who had lost his life reaction had already sat up, ripped off all the electrodes on his body, and took off the game helmet that he had originally worn on his head. Taking advantage of the time for the brother and sister to "exchange feelings", the doctor hurriedly answered the employer's phone. Half an hour later, both the head of the house, the eldest son, who was in the meeting, and the wife at home rushed over. Then there was a lot of noise in the ward, and after a flurry of chickens and dogs, the private doctor threw out the agitated people on the grounds that "the patient still needs rest and examination".

After that, when I thought I could tidy up my brain by myself, I was tossed by the doctors, checking my heartbeat, breathing, blood pressure, and pulse, and all kinds of examination instruments that I didn't know what role were wandering around my body, and then the doctors who got the data left the ward in one go.

It took three days for Hamlin to get out of the various examinations ("His body has fully recovered, not only has the intracranial hemorrhage from the previous car accident subsided, even the drilling hole has healed, but it is a miracle that the limb muscles have not atrophied at all after lying in bed for so long, even with the best maintenance!"—said the attending doctor. He began to sort out the news he had received from his family in the past few days.

The world I was in before was indeed a game. This game appeared very strangely, there was no foreshadowing, no sales promotion, and there was no movement except for the previous overwhelming and pervasive publicity. And this game of his own suddenly appeared in his game helmet, and he didn't get an invitation code through the official website like everyone else, but it showed that he could log in. Originally, no one noticed this incident, but when he was unconscious, the brain waves slowly disappeared, and he could only break the jar and break it, taking this so-called full immersion game as a last resort. Fortunately, after that, I should have entered the game by myself, and the disappearance of brain waves not only stopped, but also began to slowly return to calm, and then there were even periodic fluctuations in time, as if living in a dream. Then in the last few days, the brain waves began to fluctuate irregularly and violently, causing the family to take turns to take care of them in the hospital. Until Hamlin woke up.

So, what the hell is going on? Hamlin rolled over on the bed, looking at the helmet at the head of the bed, but his mind was about his own experience in that world. If it's a game, why there are those magical powers can also be explained, after all, it's a game, and that system is just a very ordinary game interface, and it's normal to have a very ordinary store system...... Although he wanted to comfort himself in this way, Hamlin looked at the notebook at the bedside in a daze, reached out and opened it, and looked at the words written on it. It wasn't any kind of writing that I had ever learned—or, rather, it wasn't any kind of writing that I had learned before I fell unconscious. This is in that world, what I redeemed, the language of that world.

Like his native language, he can easily use this language to think in his mind, silky and fluent, without a pause, a level of proficiency that even the Chinese Chinese that he has lived and studied for a long time cannot do. Is this a game that can be done? No, after seeing that kind of miracle that is all over the world, after seeing the immense power of the gods, Hamlin does not feel that he can convince himself with "this is a game". On the contrary, Hamlin believes that it is a real world more than a game.

"I've seen the opening of the show, and it's time for the audience to leave. The last words he heard in that world suddenly appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth squirmed slightly, as if he was chewing something, and whispered: "I have seen the opening of the show, and the audience should leave the table." What does this mean? Are they talking about the audience themselves? So, is the opening of a good show the huge gate of light that appears between heaven and earth? If it is the opening of a big play, then the stage of this play is definitely that vast continent. Moreover, the opening was so majestic that Hamlin could not imagine how spectacular the peak of this great drama would be.

Also, "It's weird to let the audience out of their seats just after the opening." Silently complaining, Hamlin rolled over again, turned his back to the helmet and did not look at it. Of course, this is not that Hamlin is dissatisfied with his ability to wake up from his slumber, but he is a little puzzled by leaving at such a time: "Isn't the so-called drama just for the audience to watch? And, from what they said, the audience that had left the table would return to the audience at some point in the future—no, perhaps, by the time we returned to that stage, it would have ceased to be an audience. ”

While still recuperating, Hamlin had no means of contact with the outside world, and the game helmet tried to log back the day after he woke up, only to find that the game's icon had turned gray - an unusable sign. Without access to information, Hamlin is unable to draw more conclusions.

It's just that Hamlin believes that the world over there is definitely more than just a game. A game that allows people to directly give each other knowledge at a small price has long been mastered by the state and used to produce intellectuals on a large scale, and even customize experts in the corresponding disciplines - further it will become a scene in science fiction movies, which is too exaggerated.

Thinking of this, Hamlin smiled slightly, originally amused by himself, but when he thought of his own conjecture, the world with gods, he couldn't laugh, and the world over there was not a world that was in line with common sense. Moreover, the gods on the other side seem to know a lot about the world here, and it is not known whether there are any plans or not.

"I'm not the only 'player', that is, I'm not the only one in that world?"