lcionline Chapter 240 Heavy
Chapter 240 Heavy
When people were in such a strange and unsettling environment, they felt like an invisible, immensely heavy mountain, looming over their chests. As if under a spell, the surrounding air suddenly became heavy and stagnant, clinging to their skin and airways like thick glue, making breathing incredibly difficult. Every breath felt like a struggle against immense resistance, and the chest felt so stuffy it threatened to burst.
The ground beneath my feet was no longer solid and reliable. Every step forward felt like stepping into a bottomless swamp. The muddy, slippery feeling passed through the soles of my shoes and directly into my feet, making it difficult to move forward. It felt as if my legs were being held tightly by countless invisible hands, and the more I struggled, the deeper I sank.
At the same time, a heart-pounding sense of oppression surged like a surging tide, constantly sweeping in from all directions. Wave after wave, relentlessly pounding against the fragile defenses of the mind, emitting a deafening roar. This constant onslaught left one mentally exhausted, nearly mentally broken, as if the endless pressure would completely consume them in the next second.
Worse still, the crushing burden weighed heavily on my heart like a thousand-pound lead weight, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off. It stubbornly clung to my heart, suffocating me and slowing my thinking. The world before me gradually lost its vibrant colors, becoming dull and lifeless, as if all hope and vitality had been ruthlessly crushed by this invisible mountain.
Every breath felt like a life-or-death struggle. The air around him seemed blocked by a thick, invisible barrier, making every bit of oxygen he took in precious and hard-won. Each breath required a desperate effort to break through this barrier, like a helpless person trapped at the bottom of the vast ocean, desperately swimming towards the surface, desperately hoping to break through the suffocating pressure of the water and regain the fresh, pleasant air.
As time passed, this near-death experience intensified. Every breath he took felt like a desperate struggle against a vast, overwhelming resistance. His lungs gradually ignited with a raging fire, and his throat felt dry and stinging from the excessive effort. Yet, even in this excruciating state, he could not suppress the deep-seated urge for oxygen. He could only grit his teeth and continue his tenacious struggle, desperately trying to completely break free from these terrifying shackles and keep his fragile life flames burning.
He felt as if his chest were being pressed down by a towering, massive rocky mountain weighing a thousand pounds. The weight was so heavy that it practically choked him. With every strained breath, the mountain seemed to be pulled down a little deeper by some mysterious force, mercilessly squeezing his already fragile chest. The pressure was overwhelming, like a tidal wave, leaving him with a near-suffocating pain, as if the very breath of life were being drained from his body bit by bit.
At the same time, his throat felt as if a hidden, yet immensely powerful, hand had gripped it tightly, completely rendering it unable to move. The grip tightened, its grip growing ever more forceful, making even the simple act of swallowing saliva incredibly difficult. Every time he attempted to swallow even a small sip of saliva, he could keenly sense the immense resistance deep within his throat. This resistance, like an impenetrable wall of steel, stood there, mercilessly preventing any liquid from passing through.
This unbearable feeling continued to spread, filling his entire body. He couldn't help but begin to doubt his own endurance, secretly wondering if he could still grit his teeth and persevere.
This unbearable feeling of suffocation spread like a plague, starting from the chest and spreading to the surrounding area at an alarming speed, gradually spreading to every corner of the body. It was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling people's throats, making breathing increasingly difficult and heavy.
As time went on, the suffocating feeling grew stronger, like countless venomous snakes slithering and entwining within the body, frantically eroding every cell. Those previously peaceful and orderly cells now seemed to be ignited with rage, roaring and shouting in anger, expressing their extreme desire for freedom and fresh air at the top of their lungs!
A thick haze seemed to shroud every face, like a heavy, dark cloud or a sticky mist, tightly enveloping their features. It was no illusion, but a physical presence, weighing heavily on cheeks, foreheads, and chins, leaving one feeling an indescribable heaviness and oppression. Faces enveloped by the haze lost their radiance and vitality, appearing dull and lifeless.
Their faces were so gloomy they looked as if water could drip from them, their faces stained with ink, dark and devoid of any light. It was as if thick, dark clouds had gathered in the sky at some unknown moment, bearing down heavily, leaving behind an indescribable sense of oppression and heaviness. Layer upon layer, densely packed together, they formed a vast, gloomy canopy that enveloped the entire world. From afar, the dark clouds resembled a towering, black mountain, imbued with an immense sense of majesty. Within these clouds, faint flashes of lightning flashed, and from time to time, muffled thunder rumbled, like the angry roar of heaven. It looked as if a torrential downpour would pour down at any moment, drowning the earth in a vast curtain of water.
Those faces took on a dead gray hue, as if drained of all life and energy, appearing utterly gloomy. They were shrouded in a thick haze, a forbidding sight. Each face resembled long-dried earth, covered in deep and shallow ravines and wrinkles, a look of profound age. Furthermore, these faces felt incredibly heavy and oppressive, as if burdened with untold sorrow and grief. If anyone dared to reach out and touch them, even a slight twist would likely cause countless icy drops of water to cascade down from those lifeless faces, dripping onto the ground with a chilling patter.
Their hearts felt as if they were being pressed down by a massive, weighty rock, like a towering mountain, too heavy to bear. This pressure surged like a surging tide, constantly coming from all directions, drowning their hearts. Every breath became incredibly difficult, as if an invisible hand were tightly gripping their throats, making it nearly impossible to breathe. A heavy feeling permeated their chests, causing their heartbeats to slow and labor.
As if under a spell, everyone stood still, barely inches apart. Their gazes slowly met, as if time had frozen in time. No one made a sound, a suffocating silence permeating the room. Yet, within this deathly stillness, those intertwined glances, like a silent language, conveyed the truest emotion within their hearts—a deep concern.
This worry, like a thick haze, enveloped everyone's heart, making it almost suffocating. In their eyes, one could see the fear and uneasiness of an unknown fate, the anxiety and hesitation about the difficulties that lay ahead. The worry etched in their gazes was like the flickering light of fireflies in the darkness, faint and insignificant, yet so striking and dazzling that it was impossible to ignore.