At night, the streetlights shone through the cracks in the window, casting shadows on the brown wooden floor.
Su Changxing slowly opened his eyes. He had slept for about four hours. He could have slept longer, but he subconsciously woke up, his body's vigilance still intact.
"Such a stable environment is overly comfortable and can make one lazy, docile."
He didn't necessarily see this as a bad thing, but if there were an external threat and humans were no longer at the top of the food chain in this world, it would be different.
He held two phones in his hand, one from the Doomsday Game, and one real phone, both without any messages.
"Has Zhong Jueqing also died? Or did he think I was already dead, so he didn't try to contact me, since in the real world I'm someone who can't even stand up."
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