In every previous handshake attempt, he had used one hand to bridge the gap. This time, he wanted to try something extra, something different.
Using a small blade, he cut a fresh wound across his left palm to gush blood like what was on his right hand, then pressed both hands firmly against the cold surface of the wall.
This time, the response from the system was out of his expectations.
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[Ding! You can initiate an evolved version of the Handshake process!]
[Ding! You will need to pay 100 Mental Points to initiate it. Do you accept? Y/N]
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"Hahaha, it worked!"
Seeing the message flickering in his vision, John didn't give a second thought to the steep cost of 100 Mental Points. In his current state of mind, the points were a low price for a distraction that promised to rewrite the rules of the world. He knew he had just cracked the first step toward true dominion over this digital reality.
"Sure, do it!" he commanded.
