The pain gave him a solid sense of reality, at least he still possessed part of his body.
"Hm?" Devil Wind made a sound of confusion, finding the person curled up in the corner somewhat strange.
It shouldn't be like this.
If that person was on the verge of Cyber Syndrome, his condition shouldn't be like this.
On the eve of a Cyber Syndrome outbreak, a patient would only have destructive urges, and it was almost impossible to restrain such urges.
Simply put, those who could restrain these destructive urges generally possessed extremely strong willpower and decision-making abilities; they wouldn't risk it for greater mechanical strength.
As for this person now...
Devil Wind lowered his gaze, slowly walked towards the corner, then took a small bottle of medicine from his body and rolled it toward the person in the corner.
He said in a deep voice to the person, "This is a sedative, it can calm your mind."
