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A soft hiss filled the air as the air pressure bags of the massage chair began to tighten, wrapping around Lin Zhao Cheng like layers of invisible restraints—gentle yet irresistible.
His shoulders, arms, waist, and thighs were all embraced tightly, the pressure increasing steadily, like a net ensnaring its prey, tightening little by little.
Danger...
Extreme danger—!
A voice echoed wildly in his mind, like an alarm, a primal instinct desperately warning him—something was wrong, this was not right!
But strangely, his body refused to move.
Not only did he not want to move; he found himself utterly unable to do so.
His limbs felt as if they were completely locked down, all his muscles losing their command. His body melded perfectly with the massage chair, as if he were never meant to leave it.
This chair was transforming him into a part of itself.
"Damn... this..."
His throat moved, but no sound emerged, as if even his vocal cords were suppressed by this bizarre force.
But what did it matter?
If he couldn’t move, then why not just remain still?
The moment the thought emerged, Lin Zhao Cheng decided to stop struggling altogether, allowing himself to completely relax and surrender, as if that would help him escape the suffocating reality, all the humiliation and pressure.
The rollers of the Massage Chair slowly moved downward. The force should have felt comforting, but now it gave him a strange illusion—
It felt as if he were sinking down.
No, it wasn’t an illusion… he was truly falling.
Continuously plummeting—
This wasn’t merely sitting back and relaxing; it was… being absorbed.
“...Ha…”
He took a deep breath, feeling his body gradually disappear—skin, flesh, bones, consciousness—all dissolving, disintegrating, merging into the chair in this tranquil absorption.
The sounds around him grew fainter, his vision blurred, as if he were sinking into an endless dark amniotic fluid. The entire world became surreal, no longer significant…
He had even forgotten who he was.
Lin Zhao Cheng's consciousness was sinking, like falling into an endless abyss. All that remained was the warm embrace of the Massage Chair. His body no longer belonged to him, gradually becoming one with the chair—
Until that voice broke through.
“Hey! Wake up!!”
“Quick, wake up! Don’t fall asleep!!”
A sudden, unfamiliar cry echoed from a distant place, urgent and anxious, laced with an inexplicable fear, as if desperately calling out to him.
Lin Zhao Cheng furrowed his brow slightly, his consciousness beginning to waver, yet his body fiercely resisted the sound.
He did not want to wake up.
He did not want to return to that painful world.
So he tightly shut his eyes, sinking deeper into the cushion, trying to completely ignore this uninvited voice, as if evading some warning of reality.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder—like a heavy fist striking hard against his bones!
"Damn it—!!"
Lin Zhao Cheng jolted awake, turning his head in shock, only to see—
A figure that resembled a withered husk, gaunt and hollowed out, standing beside him!
Its eye sockets were deeply sunken, the whites of its eyes yellowed, and its mouth opened wide as if a parched throat was desperately trying to produce sound. Its hands were so thin they seemed skeletal; that punch had come from it.
"Get up! You can't sleep! You can't sink back in!!"
"Ahhhhh!!!" Lin Zhao Cheng screamed in terror, trembling all over as cold sweat erupted along his spine!
The massage chair continued its operation, the warm rollers still pressing against his back as if completely unaware of the anomaly, even becoming gentler...
But Lin Zhao Cheng's heart was instantly gripped by fear.
"Shut up!"
The gaunt "being" furrowed its fleshless brow and reached out with a hand as thin as a withered branch, pressing down hard on Lin Zhao Cheng's shoulder with surprising strength, rendering him completely immobile.
"Why are you shouting so loudly? It's pointless; no one can hear you."
Lin Zhao Cheng felt a chill run through him, the fear weighing down on his chest like a leaden weight, making it hard to breathe.
"What... what are you?!"
"Just like you, someone who fell into this damned Massage Chair World."
The creature sighed, but the sound that emerged was like a dry, crackling wind—hoarse, painful, filled with an indescribable despair.
Lin Zhao Cheng's mind was completely overwhelmed, his face pale with terror. "Massage Chair World?! What the hell are you talking about?!"
Wasn't he just sitting in his own home's Massage Chair?
He only wanted to relax his back, and yet... how could it have turned into this?!
As he thought about it, his heartbeat quickened involuntarily. He forced himself to look closely—
And upon doing so, his soul nearly flew out of his body.
This... this wasn't his living room!!!
He originally thought he was still sitting in his Massage Chair at home, but now he truly saw that the surroundings had completely changed!
The walls around him were a dark red, filled with twisted and irregular patterns, resembling some kind of living tissue. It slowly writhed, as if breathing, as if waiting for something...
The air was thick with a strong stench of decay, damp and sticky, like the foul odor of countless corpses piled up and fermenting. The smell penetrated his nostrils, making him feel nauseous.
Not only were the walls writhing, but they also emitted a bizarre, fleshy sheen. In some places, he could vaguely see vein-like patterns, seemingly flowing with some kind of liquid that glowed with an eerie red light.
"What... what kind of place is this?!"
Lin Zhao Cheng's voice trembled; he felt cold all over and his scalp tingled. Instinctively, he wanted to stand up and run away, but he realized his body...
Was still trapped in the Massage Chair!
No, it wasn't an ordinary Massage Chair; it was a chair covered in flesh, like a living beast. Its surface was adorned with muscle fiber-like textures and constantly writhing blood-colored tubes. He was deeply enveloped by this chair, as if something had "devoured him halfway."
"Damn... what the hell is this thing?!"
The gaunt "man" continued to look at him helplessly and whispered, "Now you know? This isn't your home; you haven't been in your world for a long time."
"Welcome to the Massage Chair World."
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