"Hmm, all right. I can let you see things from the contestants' perspectives, but you won't be able to hear all their thoughts. And I can't show you the perspective of Schiller's personalities, because that isn't a complete Consciousness World."
Bruce gave a dissatisfied snort, and Overlord Superman immediately understood. Bruce was hinting that one of them should play good cop while the other played bad cop. Sure enough, Bruce said,
"You can pull so many people's souls into this space to play a game, yet you can't see the consciousness spaces containing our inner thoughts or personality traits?"
Owen shook his head without speaking. Overlord Superman immediately said, "But you have to make us understand what's going on, or we'll definitely give you a bad review."
"Don't be so harsh, guys." Owen sighed. "I'll show you what happened from their perspectives as best I can, but there are some things even I don't understand. If you have any particular insights, speak freely."
With that, the scene on the screen began to rewind. But it was not the scene inside the Dream World that rewound. Instead, it showed something the others had never seen before: what had happened inside the bus during this stage.
After the group left the arena, several contestants had sat silently in their seats, overcome with drowsiness. Then, looking toward the driver's seat, they saw a purple-skinned figure.
The previously empty driver's seat was now occupied by a small goblin with dark purple skin, pointed ears, and a wide, grinning mouth.
That mouth was continuously chanting some kind of spell. Before long, a cloud of purple mist drifted from the driver's seat toward the back. The contestants sitting in their seats seemed utterly unaware, but the instant the mist touched them, their eyelids closed as though