Schiller reached out and shook the cage, then frowned. The cage was unexpectedly light. It looked as if it had been made from some material like aluminum alloy; in any case, it definitely was not iron or steel.
"I understand," Schiller said.
"What do you understand this time, Professor?" Bruce looked at him in some confusion. "Did you channel another version of yourself again?"
"You've started turning off your brain again, Bruce." Schiller took a step back, looked at Bruce, and said, "I'm not going to say it. Reason it out yourself."
Bruce sighed and said, "I queued with you precisely so I wouldn't have to use my brain, Professor."
"And I have no interest in watching you not use your brain. After all, I've seen enough of that over the past many years. Hurry up and reason it out."
Bruce dragged his feet like a lazy mule at the mill, dawdling for ages before he finally began studying the mechanism. But in truth, there was not much to study. After all, this Secret Chamber's style was simple and had only one solution. The latter might be in question, but the former was certain, so there were not many clues to analyze.
Bruce looked up at the disk above. It was the only thing in this room worth studying, but because it was too far away and somewhat dark, he could not see the specific details on it.
Bruce tried climbing onto the top of the cage, but because the cage was not heavy enough, it was very unstable, making it a struggle to climb. Even with Schiller helping him hold the cage steady, it still took him some effort to get to the top.
However, even after he climbed to the top, there was still some distance to the