MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 148: THE WORLD OF GLASS
Chapter 148 — THE WORLD OF GLASS
The hospital room felt smaller after the revelation.
Not physically. Mentally.
Long Hao lay against the white pillow, staring at Zehell’s father as if the man had just dismantled an entire universe with a calm voice and tailored suit.
"You’re saying," Long Hao spoke slowly, carefully, "that the world I lived in... was engineered."
Her father didn’t flinch.
"Yes."
His voice remained cool, composed.
"With my company’s neural immersion technology, we developed a cognitive interface capable of sustaining deep consciousness in comatose patients."
He walked toward the window, hands clasped behind his back.
"Your brain was not dormant. It was hyperactive. Structured. Generating narrative logic."
"So we gave it scaffolding."
Long Hao’s jaw tightened faintly.
"Scaffolding."
"Yes."
"Think of it as a framework."
"Your imagination supplied the content."
"Our system ensured stability."
Zehell sat quietly beside the bed, watching both men with anxious eyes.
Her father continued.
"You had watched a fantasy film the night before the accident."
Long Hao blinked.
"I... did?"
"Yes."
"A large-scale mythic narrative."
"Dragons. Kingdoms. Systems. Power hierarchies."
His gaze sharpened faintly.
"Eclipse imagery was prominent."
That word again.
Eclipse.
Her father’s tone remained clinical.
"When your mind entered coma state, the most emotionally charged neural patterns surfaced."
"Your imagination expanded."
"You created a coherent fantasy ecosystem."
"Desert kingdoms. Ancient constructs. Celestial systems."
Long Hao whispered,
"Ruinsand..."
Zehell looked at him softly.
"Maybe that’s what you called it."
Her father nodded once.
"Our AI adaptive core analyzed your neural output and rendered a full three-dimensional cognitive environment."
"You didn’t feel like you were dreaming because you weren’t."
"You were inhabiting a sustained simulation."
The word simulation echoed in Long Hao’s skull.
"So the dragon," he murmured.
"An emergent construct," her father replied.
"Possibly a symbolic integration of mythological exposure and subconscious authority conflict."
"And Heaven?"
"A regulatory mechanism your mind invented."
"To impose narrative tension."
Silence pressed heavily into the sterile room.
Zehell leaned closer to him, her voice gentle.
"This is real," she whispered.
"This world."
"I’ve been here."
"I’ve been waiting for you."
Her hand tightened around his.
"You’re finally back."
Back.
From what?
Her father stepped closer to the bed now.
"There’s something you should understand."
Long Hao met his eyes.
"We didn’t just let you wander indefinitely."
"We monitored your neural patterns constantly."
"We attempted to inject memory triggers."
"Signals."
"What kind of signals?" Long Hao asked.
"Fragments of your current life."
"Images of this hospital."
"Audio echoes of Zehell’s voice."
"Photographs."
"Names."
"We embedded them within your cognitive world to prevent complete detachment."
Zehell nodded faintly.
"We didn’t want you to confuse it with reality forever."
Long Hao’s breathing slowed.
"You were trying to remind me." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
"Yes," her father said evenly.
"But your subconscious resisted integration."
"Your world became self-protective."
"It interpreted injected data as threats."
Threats.
Heaven’s interference.
Sovereign disruptions.
Longyu’s glitches.
The fragment logs.
His pulse pounded in his ears.
"So when I touched the Anchor..."
Her father’s eyes darkened slightly.
"That was the core node."
"The central neural convergence point."
"You accessed the deepest layer of the simulation."
"It overloaded."
Zehell’s fingers trembled slightly.
"And then you woke up."
Long Hao stared at the ceiling.
White.
Plain.
Solid.
The desert wind had felt real.
The dragon’s breath had felt real.
The void had felt real.
Was this—
Just baseline?
He swung his legs slowly toward the side of the bed.
Pain radiated faintly through his muscles.
Zehell gasped.
"Careful!"
"I need to stand," he murmured.
Her father did not stop him.
Doctors would have.
But this man simply observed.
Long Hao planted his bare feet on the hospital floor.
Cold tile.
Real.
He pushed himself upright.
Weak.
Unsteady.
But upright.
Zehell moved instantly to support him.
"Slowly."
He looked at her.
Really looked.
This woman had aged ten years beside a bed.
Waiting.
Watching monitors.
Listening to machines breathe for him.
Her eyes shimmered again.
"I thought I lost you," she whispered.
He swallowed.
"I need some time."
Her face tightened.
"Time?"
"I need to think."
Her father nodded calmly.
"That’s reasonable."
Long Hao took one shaky step.
Then another.
The hospital gown hung loosely on his thin frame.
White cloth.
No armor.
No sigils.
No core pulsing beneath his skin.
Just a man.
He walked toward the door.
Zehell followed instinctively.
"Where are you going?"
"Outside."
Her father spoke evenly.
"Let him."
The hallway beyond was bright.
Too bright.
Nurses paused mid-step when they saw him.
"Sir, you shouldn’t be—"
"It’s fine," Zehell said quickly.
"He just needs air."
Long Hao moved slowly down the corridor.
White floors.
White walls.
Screens displaying patient data.
A television mounted in a waiting area playing news.
News.
Not guild announcements.
Not celestial warnings.
Just headlines about markets and weather.
He reached the elevator.
The reflective metal doors showed his image clearly.
A man in a hospital gown.
Hair slightly longer.
Face older.
Eyes—
Still searching.
The elevator descended.
Soft chime.
Doors opened.
Lobby.
People.
Normal.
Families sitting in chairs.
A child holding a stuffed animal.
An elderly couple walking slowly.
No armor.
No weapons.
No sigils.
The sliding glass doors opened automatically as he approached.
Sunlight hit his face.
He stepped outside.
And froze.
The world was nothing like Ruinsand.
Buildings towered into the sky.
Glass and steel.
Reflective surfaces catching sunlight in sharp angles.
Vehicles moved smoothly along wide roads.
Electric.
Silent.
Digital billboards displayed advertisements.
People walked casually along sidewalks, dressed in modern clothing.
Some wore suits.
Others casual wear.
A woman jogged past with wireless earbuds in her ears.
A man sat at a café table typing on a slim device.
A child laughed as a small golden dog tugged at a leash.
Dogs.
Pets.
Companions.
Long Hao stared.
He had never seen a world like this.
In Ruinsand, animals were hunted.
Here, they were loved.
A large glass skyscraper reflected the sky like a mirror.
Drones buzzed faintly overhead, delivering packages.
A sleek tram slid silently along elevated tracks.
Holographic traffic signals shifted colors at intersections.
A 21st-century world.
Advanced.
Clean.
Ordered.
No desert walls.
No looming dunes.
No looming Sovereign-class threats beneath sand.
He stepped forward slowly.
The hospital stood behind him.
Tall.
Modern.
Transparent walls revealing busy interiors.
He watched a family cross the street together.
A little girl held both her parents’ hands.
Laughing.
Unafraid.
His chest tightened.
Where was Heaven?
Where were chains?
Where was regulation?
Was this—
Peace?
Or simply—
Ignorance?
A car glided past quietly.
Sleek.
Self-driving.
Its windows tinted.
A cyclist moved along a designated lane.
Someone passed him holding a small brown dog that barked playfully at nothing.
He blinked slowly.
No monsters.
No mana.
No core pulses.
No system interface hovering in the air.
He lifted his hand instinctively.
Nothing appeared.
No Eclipse panel.
No talent ranking.
Just skin.
Human.
He whispered faintly,
"What is real?"
The glass towers reflected sunlight like blades.
He saw people smiling.
Arguing.
Living.
Normal.
Was Ruinsand merely imagination?
Or was this—
Another layer?
He looked up at the sky.
Blue.
Clean.
Aircraft moved silently high above.
Clouds drifted naturally.
No golden fractures.
No celestial eyes.
His thoughts spiraled.
If the coma world was simulation—
If this was baseline—
Then why did it feel less complete?
Less—
Intense?
The hospital doors opened behind him.
Zehell stepped out quietly.
She didn’t rush him.
Didn’t touch him.
Just stood beside him.
"This is the world I’ve been longing for," she said softly.
Her voice carried hope.
"You."
"Here."
"Alive."
He stared at the skyline.
"So this is real."
"Yes."
Her answer was immediate.
Certain.
He didn’t argue.
He just watched a man kneel down to tie his dog’s leash.
Watched a teenager laugh into a holographic display projected from a wrist device.
Watched sunlight glint off a building that reached higher than any tower in Ruinsand.
He felt—
Small.
Not powerless.
Just small.
No system guiding him.
No destiny pressing against his ribs.
No dragon watching.
He swallowed slowly.
"I need some time," he repeated quietly.
She nodded.
"I know."
Her hand brushed lightly against his arm.
"You don’t have to understand everything today."
He didn’t answer.
He simply kept looking at the world of glass and steel.
And wondered—
If he had finally awakened.
Or if he had just entered a deeper layer.
[Chapter ENDS]
