Han Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a blinding white light. The game cabin had disappeared, replaced by a pure white ceiling. The surrounding white walls were made of cold metal, giving off a strong sci-fi vibe. The room was decorated like an intensive care unit, with Han Xiao lying on a metal bed, connected to several machines by wires. His back pressed against the cold metal, his heart pounding in fear.,"I just took a new account order, didn't I I chose the regular opening strategy. Where on earth am I Han Xiao had a splitting headache, his thoughts were muddled and jumbled, like a flood of information crammed into his mind. The last memory he had was taking a leveling order for someone in , creating a new character's interface, then...a smell of burnt protein powder filled his nostrils...",Although he wasn't sure why the attribute panel had crossed over with him, this was a real world where every life was precious. Once he died, there wouldn't be a resurrection like in the game.。