The interrogation-room-like layout, the silver table and chairs, and the mysterious individual propped against the inner wall, wrapped head to toe in insulating tape—
This scene easily created a kind of "cognitive misdirection."
It made most individuals undergoing the "Loss of Control Test" believe that taking a seat marked the beginning of the "test," naturally prompting them to sit in the vacant silver chair.
Yet ever since Han Dong stepped into the little room, he had not moved at all, quietly standing by the door.
Although his eyes were fixed on the individual wrapped in insulating tape and the silver chair reserved for him, he had yet to take a seat.
He remained motionless, even gradually slowing his breathing.
Outside—Monitoring Area
Mr. M, who had just finished speaking with Charles, also arrived here to personally monitor the test conditions of Han Dong and the others.
"How is Han Dong's contact with the original derivative going?"
"The tester has remained still since entering. Three minutes and twenty-one seconds have passed.
However, simply standing still will not solve the problem.
"Origonal-03-I" also possesses an inclination toward active invasion. If the target does not willingly walk into the trap, it will inevitably act. If anything goes wrong, should we handle it, or should you..."
"If there are any problems, I will suppress it personally.
However, Han Dong is not standing still because he is worried or avoiding the issue. He is "observing."
Perhaps he will act ahead of time."
"I see..."
A smile appeared on Han Dong's face as he finally moved.
His left arm slowly rose at an extremely gradual pace.
As Han Dong raised his arm, his entire body grew increasingly emaciated. It felt as though all the water, fat, and basic proteins in his body were rapidly draining away.