The word "scene" kept flashing over and over on the Simulator, leaving Chen Pingchuan feeling a bit confused for a moment,
after all, this had never happened before.
Just as Chen Pingchuan found himself at a loss, more words appeared from the Simulator,
the pitch-black system interface now replaced by glaring red warnings.
[Warning! Warning! Simulator overloaded. Simulated information has surpassed the host's maximum cognitive load—emergency protection mechanisms initiated.]
[Host, please choose and confirm your simulation reward as soon as possible...]
[Host, please choose and confirm your simulation reward as soon as possible...]
[Host, please choose and confirm your simulation reward as soon as possible...]
"You keep telling me to choose, but where the hell are the options? At least give me a number—like 1, 2, 3, or an A, B, C, something."
Staring at the blinding-red warnings, Chen Pingchuan's face darkened—so much so it looked like water might start dripping from it.
