The new member's words drew everyone's attention, though Guang Ling was unsurprised.
"You're not going to die. The disposal chute you're in has malfunctioned, and it's not currently in the repair queue."
Guang Ling offered a kind reminder, seemingly unable to bear watching the new member rashly lose his last shred of dignity in front of the four old hands.
The new member froze for a second before continuing, "I was attacked out of nowhere. My entire Prosthetic Body is short-circuited, and my Suppressor has stopped working. In my condition, if the Suppressor remains offline for more than three hours, I'll inevitably succumb to cyber psychosis."
"I still need help."
For the new member, the good news was that he was safe for the next thirty minutes. The bad news was that if no one came to his rescue, he'd go insane in three hours, tops.
Lin Qi didn't rush to speak. He simply felt that this new member was rather unlucky.
