Many people even suspect that the developers of this virtual world intend not only for the virtual residents of the Yanhuang Star Domain, but for billions of virtual residents across the entire Galactic Federation to be immersed in this world. Otherwise, given the vastness of this world, with less than a hundred million players, it would be like a drop in the ocean—such a number wouldn’t even reach one ten-thousandth of the original NPC population of this world.

An ultra-large, grand, and epic virtual world with a magnificent background has, due to various factors, fallen from its pedestal.

Now, although the Zhenxuan World still has a hundred million players, compared to the many publicly listed virtual worlds in the entire Yanhuang Empire, it can no longer even make it into the top ten rankings.

……

Holding in his hand the book "Zhenxuan World," which chronicles eight years of storms and changes in the Zhenxuan World, Ethan Clark flipped through it for a moment before putting it down again.

Silence returned to him.

On the wall, only an ancient clock emitted a steady tick-tock sound...

Suddenly, without any warning.

Ethan Clark, who had been sitting in a wheelchair, placed one foot on the ground and, in a completely unnatural manner that overturned people’s understanding of the disabled, stood up in one motion. His upright figure was like a javelin pointing straight at the sky, standing firmly in the study, and between his brows, an unprecedented sharpness burst forth!

“Beep beep beep beep...”

A shrill alarm suddenly blared throughout the house. On a recorder installed in the house that tracked mental scale, a red light flashed continuously. The number on it, which originally represented a level-one mental intensity of 12, soared straight up, breaking through 21, 41, 101...

Soaring!

Soaring!

Soaring all the way!

In the blink of an eye, the number representing the mental scale on the recorder had reached a terrifying 1447!

1447!

Mental scale 1447!

“Rumble...”

A slight tremor spread out from Ethan Clark as the center, radiating in all directions.

The "Zhenxuan World" book on the desk, the pen beside it, the small desk lamp, and a porcelain ornament on the bookshelf—all began to tremble slightly amidst the rumbling...

“Hah!”

A low shout burst from Ethan Clark's mouth as he suddenly took a step forward with both feet, without relying on any external force!

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

The glass, the lamp, the small porcelain figurine—all exploded at the same time, shattering into pieces.

With that single step, sweat poured from his forehead. From his gritted expression, it was clear that even taking just this one step was far more difficult for him than walking a few steps in the garden earlier with a cane...

“Bang!”

As all the small items in the study vibrated more and more violently, a faint sound suddenly rang out.

As if some kind of limit had been exceeded.

As if some nerve had snapped.

And Ethan Clark, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant, suddenly collapsed back into the wheelchair.

“Whoosh!”

Ragged breaths escaped his mouth, his chest heaving up and down.

Amidst these rapid breaths, all the small items in the house gradually stopped vibrating and returned to calm.

At this moment, he was drenched in sweat from head to toe, as if he had just been fished out of water. It was clear how exhausting those actions just now had been for him.

“To use mental power to control my body to stand up and walk step by step isn’t difficult, but to use my mind to precisely stimulate every neuron in my legs, to split my mental power into thousands upon thousands of parts and make my legs truly ‘come alive’—that’s far beyond what my current mental strength can achieve.”

Ethan Clark panted slightly, muttering to himself.

After a moment, he closed his eyes again, breathing rhythmically. Using a special method, he controlled his heartbeat, and with powerful mental energy, regulated his body’s metabolism. Soon, the sweat on his body stopped pouring out.

Before long, he had regained his composure.

However, after sweating so much just now, he definitely needed to take a shower.

Pushing his wheelchair, Ethan Clark quickly made his way to the bathroom.

Whether out of caution or for some other reason, when turning on the faucet and running hot water, he did not use his mental power.

Even though it was a bit troublesome, he still did everything by hand like an ordinary person.

Even during the following washing steps, his mental scale remained steady at 12, as if the sudden surge of mental strength just now had never existed, and was nothing but a fleeting illusion.

Soon, Ethan Clark finished washing up, closed the doors and windows, and silently appeared in his bedroom.

The bedroom.

Very simple.

A bed, a desk, a wardrobe.

It exuded a sense of cleanliness and antiquity. On the wall, there was even an ordinary sword.

Although the sword was not sharpened, it added an ancient and elegant atmosphere to the entire house.