Jia Xin leaned against a warm black rock at the edge of the hot spring, his arms spread wide in obvious comfort. Staring up at the sky, he spoke calmly.
"When it comes to setting restrictions and seals within the Chaos Realm, Nyarlathotep's Third Incarnation—the Black Pharaoh—is exceptionally proficient in sorcerous seals. Even the sky we see directly above us, which appears to be the sky over the surface of Atlantis Island, is actually nothing more than a projected illusion. That is why I said forcing our way out of here would be extraordinarily difficult."
Zhang Chen, completely naked and without the slightest reservation, stepped down into the hot spring beside Jia Xin and washed the sticky substance from his body.
Jin Geng, however, had his own concerns in this regard. The viscous liquid clinging to his body seemed to have no fixed boiling point. Even scorching it with tens of millions of volts of lightning had failed to remove it. Therefore, he wrapped himself in a bath towel, went to a spot far away from Zhang Chen and Jia Xin, covered his private areas, and stepped into the spring.
"Then it seems the others should arrive at the hot spring one after another. Why would Faceless deliberately give us an opportunity to discuss countermeasures?" Zhang Chen asked quietly.
"No. There should only be the three of us here. Everyone will merely gather together at the banquet an hour from now. Zhang Chen, your powers of observation have declined a little. I believe your Huaxia Country companion, Jin Geng, has also noticed the subtle details here."
Jia Xin turned and pointed toward the changing room.
"Though we just came out of our rooms, there seemed to be countless rooms along the endlessly extending corridor. However, when I entered the changing