At 3:27 AM, Lin Mo's fingertips hovered above the keyboard, the screen's blue light reflecting off his tense jawline. Shards of ceramic still littered the corner, the debris of the coffee mug a reminder of the explosion two hours ago. The projection of the System Spirit flickered invisibly within the data stream, its silver-blue glow stretching his shadow into a distorted totem.
"Host's emotional value remains at a dangerous threshold," the System Spirit said, its voice carrying the grainy texture unique to electronic speech. "Breathing regulation protocol is recommended."
Lin Mo suddenly tore off his headset and hurled it at the projection. The metal passed straight through the virtual image, striking the wall with a dull thud.
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