"Heh." Xiao Ran suddenly chuckled and raised a hand, waving a finger. "Basak, sometimes the things you say really wake people up. Although what you just mentioned probably has nothing to do with what I was thinking before, who's to say there isn't some connection?"
"After all, there are plenty of precedents." Xiao Ran narrowed his eyes slightly. "But I don't think that kind of thing has happened to me, at least not yet. At the very least, in that instant just now, it shouldn't have altered my memories."
Xiao Ran placed both hands on the table, his expression gradually turning serious. "But what Basak just said is something we've always known, yet have also always ignored. It can affect our memories."
"I don't know why we ignored it. Was it because we never cared, or because we had grown used to it and considered it normal, something done for confidentiality? Or did it instill in us the idea that we should be accustomed to it? If it's the latter, then that's terrifying. Because it can plant an idea in our hearts. All it takes is one simple thought, and sooner or later, that thought will grow into a demon within us."
No one had noticed this issue a moment ago, but Basak's sudden remark struck everyone's hearts like lightning. Those with quick reactions had already connected it to what Xiao Ran had said, along with many other possibilities.
If Prometheus had indeed planted a thought in them—if that thought was meant to make them feel even the slightest dissatisfaction toward Xiao Ran, dissatisfaction in any form or sense—could they truly control that thought and restrain themselves from ever harming him?
Xiao Ran let out a soft sigh. "A designated follower is, in essence, also the result of a single