Chapter 1329 (1/2)

Chapter 1329: Malignant Myna 433

“What the hell is this?”

Cucumber Slice muttered as he stared at the eerie avatar.

His team member asked with confusion,

“What’s wrong, Captain?”

Cucumber Slice glanced at the friend request window before him, casually closed it without accepting the request, and said,

“It’s nothing, let’s focus on the task at hand.”

Taking control of the spaceship, Cucumber Slice initiated the jump to a nearby space station.

After docking the ship, all team members logged off and met in the studio in reality to discuss plans for the video guide.

Over the past few years, Cucumber Slice had led countless such tasks, having long since mastered the routine.

But whether it was the impact of that half-hour video or the unsettling friend request, Cucumber Slice was in very bad shape while presiding over work today.

The image of the person in a black hood kept uncontrollably flashing before his eyes.

That pale, deadpan face and those cold, numb eyes would not leave Cucumber Slice’s mind, appearing repeatedly like a haunting shadow soul.

The team members noticed something off about Cucumber Slice, attributing it to the half-hour video, they didn’t take it too seriously, and were at a loss for how to comfort their captain.

After more than an hour, the discussion ended, and the team members went to their respective computers to start work.

Once everyone left the conference room, Cucumber Slice closed his eyes tightly, his facial features tense, pinching the center of his forehead without stopping.

He felt panic and oppression, as if he were in a deep and secluded seabed, surrounded by dark sea water.

“Am I about to die suddenly?”

Cucumber Slice’s heart quivered.

He had experienced this feeling of impending death before when he had continuously worked for 48 hours without sleep.

His heartbeat uncontrollably varied, at times booming like a drum, at times soft as a whisper.

Strength was leaving Cucumber Slice, and a tide of exhaustion surged over him.

His breathing was barely perceptible, his head was spinning, his limbs were limp, and he couldn’t even lift his eyelids.

With a snap, his right hand fell from his forehead to the armrest of the chair, Cucumber Slice’s head tilted, and he passed out.

The team members outside the conference room, immersed in their work, were completely unaware of their captain’s condition.

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“Eh?!!”

Cucumber Slice suddenly opened his eyes to the all-too-familiar interior of the spaceship.

He stared incredulously and looked around,

“How did I log in?! Wasn’t I asleep in the chair in the conference room?!”

In the cockpit of the interstellar ship, Cucumber Slice was full of disbelief.

He kept scratching his head with both hands, trying to take off his game helmet in reality.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the helmet that should have been on his head through the sense of touch of his hands.

This caused waves of turmoil in his heart.