That is me.
A thought flashed through the short-haired man's mind, and he began to feel that the ceramic-like Puppet Doll had some kind of connection with his own body.
As though it were another body of his.
No, that was him. The body he was using now was merely an extra "backup."
No, that was wrong. This was the power of the anomaly space. That was not his body. That was not him.
He snapped awake in an instant. He braced himself, wanting to straighten up, but for some reason, it was as though he had lost control of his body. No matter what he did, he could not activate the backup energy supply. He could not even shift his gaze.
He felt his soul, his life, flowing into that red-dressed Puppet Doll.
The doll's face had already become almost identical to his.
No, that is me.
Crack—
At that moment, a tremendous force grabbed him by the collar and lifted his entire body, flipping him over like a dead fish.
His gaze finally tore away from the doll, and intense fear sent cold sweat seeping from his temples.
So close. I almost died.
"Are you scared?" He Ao looked at the fear in the short-haired man's eyes and smiled. "Question: How do you leave this space? What else do you know about this place?"
The short-haired man composed himself and silently looked at He Ao.
"Question," He Ao continued without paying him any heed, "where is your boss?"
The short-haired man looked at He Ao and sneered. "You won't find him."
"So you don't know where he is either." He Ao looked at him. "Last question."
His gaze darkened, and his smile vanished completely. "Where is Coach?"
"If you're asking about his corpse," the short-haired man looked at