'I can't open new games I've never played, but old games I have played run just fine. What about a game I only played halfway through before I dropped it?'
Cyberpunk 2077. A game he'd bought back in the day just to follow the trend. He hadn't played it for very long.
When he reached a new part of the story and the screen went blank and the sound cut out, Leech leaned back in his chair. He already had his answer.
'Anything I don't know appears as a blank space. So this is still a dream. A lucid dream.'
'If I kill myself, will I actually die?'
He couldn't be sure. It all felt too real. If he was wrong about this and stabbed himself, he'd really be dead.
Maybe he was Leech from Earth, having a dream about transmigrating to an Otherworld, going through a bunch of crazy stuff, and then waking up.
Or maybe he had really transmigrated, and for some reason, he was now dreaming that he had returned to Earth.
