บท 76: King of Matrix

Within the embrace of night's darkness, an eerie tension hangs thickly in the air. The subdued hum of our weapons intermittently punctuates the silence, contrasted by the vivid glow of beams targeting the meandering zombies. Dew from the predawn hours cloaks my skin in cool moisture. Amidst it all, the lingering stench of decay is palpable, momentarily overpowered by the fleeting burnt scent from our light beams

It's astonishing how I can smell and feel everything, even though I'm actually inside a capsule in my dormitory

Dea's smaller drones, illuminated by soft LED lights, buzz around us, efficiently collecting AI Chips from fallen zombies.