Chapter 15: Crossing the Boundary of the Mundane
Consciousness snapped back abruptly, his body still seeming to retain the scorching afterglow of standing upon the earth, flames burning everything, ultimately turning the formidable enemy into ash.
That feeling of transformation was etched completely into memory by the talent, merging into Lin Guang's consciousness.
Victory.
Complete victory.
Not only had he turned the tables and transformed in a hopeless, almost impossible dead end, but he had also delivered the lines, played the reference.
For Lin Guang, this was a sense of achievement as intoxicating as the finest top-grade wine.
...For someone who didn't like drinking, it could probably be likened to that first gulp of an ice-cold, fully carbonated cola, just a hair away from freezing, poured down your throat on a scorching summer day.
As for what he had transformed into... well, he hadn't seen his own appearance anyway, so he'd just pretend it was some knockoff Kamen Rider.
Lin Guang strained for a long time before he managed to suppress the grin that was harder to control than the recoil of a parallel rifle/Storm/AK-47. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the panel that appeared with a prompt sound.