I Can See Health Bars in Real Life

In the dim environment, Gu Mo made his way down from the top floor of the abandoned building, and as he approached the ground floor, he faintly heard human voices.

He couldn't help but frown slightly; it was already close to two o'clock in the morning in the real world, who would come to such a ghostly place at this hour? Although a small gang used to hang out here, he had scared them away previously, and in any case, they wouldn't be active at this time.

Instinctively, he lightened his footsteps.

If it were the previous Gu Mo, being alone in a half-finished building on the outskirts at such a late hour, with the sound of the wind howling outside, suddenly hearing strange noises from the initially empty building, he might have been terrified.

But now, such thoughts didn't even cross his mind—not that he immediately concluded it couldn't be ghosts or supernatural things, but simply because he felt no fear at all... After all, he had just exited the previous world, and he couldn't even recall how many of these things he'd faced there.

"...Next, the story I want to tell is called Haunted Schoolhouse..."

A deliberately suppressed voice came from the lower floors, as if trying to be mysterious. While the whisper wasn't quite at the level of speaking softly in one's ear, it was close enough. If it weren't just one floor apart, Gu Mo might not have caught it.

He stood at the top of the staircase, watching flickering flames below, listening to a young man narrating ghost stories in a mysterious tone. Occasionally, there were repressed exclamations and startled responses from others, making his expression quite subtle.

After patiently listening for a while, amid the mixed conversations, he roughly understood the specific situation.

Apparently, it started before he entered the scenario; he had scared away a small group that was active near this abandoned building cluster. However, some superstitious rumors had spread as a result, and now it seemed like a group of hormone-driven young people came here in the middle of the night seeking thrills.

"Truly, they must be bored..."

Gu Mo sighed softly, nostalgic for his earlier days. Even though he was quite idle back then, he would never do such things, preferring to stay home and play games.

He widened his eyes and scanned the surroundings, using his abilities of Inspiration and Spiritual Vision to confirm that there were indeed no strange auras in the vicinity; the real world seemed genuinely ordinary and unremarkable... Especially for Gu Mo, who had begun to master special energy, he could feel the scarcity of "Spiritual Qi" in the real world.

It was as if his eyes were naturally able to see and his ears naturally able to hear, and after the first thread of unique energy form emerged within him, it felt like he had gained a mysterious sense, making the whole world appear different. He could roughly sense that there were strange energies wandering between heaven and earth.

And although he had just recently awakened extraordinary power, Gu Mo could more or less sense that perhaps special energy worked like this—it could be gained through the transformation of Life Force or by absorbing external energy for replenishment.

The external energy referred to something akin to the Life Force of the world; specifically, Gu Mo found it hard to describe, but he could say that it felt like this kind of nature.

During the Warring States Era, he hadn't possessed special energy, so he wasn't sure about the situation in that world. In the previous modern Gods narrative scenario, it was the first time he felt this sensation, and without a clear comparison, it was difficult to understand the level of it.

Only now, returning to the real world, did Gu Mo suddenly realize that having just adapted to an environment with Spiritual Qi, he now felt like a fish flapping on the shore.

If the previous hospital could only lead him to a preliminary judgment, he was now pretty much certain about the overall situation in the real world—there's almost no Spiritual Qi, fitting perfectly with a reality devoid of miracles and magic.

He no longer lingered but went straight downstairs, his light footsteps echoing throughout the abandoned, silent building, sounding abrupt yet ethereal.

After all, the abandoned building only had its framework constructed and had since been left to decay without any interior decoration, like an empty pigeon coop. Situated on the outskirts, it didn't have much human activity nearby, and in the deep silence of the night, all sounds were amplified, inexplicably eerie.

However, Gu Mo did not mask his footsteps at all, while in the empty hall below, seven or eight young people gathered around a campfire seemed completely oblivious, one still vividly narrating his ghost story, others holding their knees, breathless and quietly listening.

Their gathering spot was some distance from the staircase, but not too far. Gu Mo from above could see their figures at a glance, yet he naturally had no interest in joining the fun; thus, he didn't greet them or anything but paused to observe for a short while before turning to continue heading downstairs.

And after his footsteps faded into the distance, about six or seven minutes later, the young storyteller finally stopped, looking around with satisfaction, waiting for his companions' reactions.