"Teacher?" Having finished answering the questions, Han Dong still wore an exhausted, uncomfortable expression.
"That's right... Teacher is the greatest individual here.
Everything I have achieved today was bestowed upon me by Teacher. You'll understand once you meet him. Given the choice you made, you're quite suited to living here. You'll definitely fit Teacher's admission criteria.
Route One isn't something just anyone can take. Even people here cannot enter it at will."
Han Dong put on an obedient, compliant appearance and continued asking, "How should I convey my greetings to this 'Teacher' of yours? After all, I don't even know your name."
However, a question mark appeared on the monitor. It tilted slightly as it stared at Han Dong.
"Hmm? Didn't we introduce ourselves when we first met?"
Han Dong immediately realized. "You're The-deepest-house."
"That's right."
All of a sudden.
It was not merely the magnetic particles forming the floor that began to flow.
Heavy black magnetic waves surged through this roofless black room.
They coated the fully transparent Containment Rooms with black film once again, restoring their original appearance... It was already obvious that everything here was under this person's control.
So strong! This guy's strength is at least on the level of a Middle-ranking Old King.
What kind of existence could be called Teacher by someone like this, with such reverence in his words? Still, things were getting interesting.
If I could come into direct contact with such an existence, perhaps I could uncover B.B.C.'s true situation.
"Mr. The-deepest-house, do you know where my two friends went?"
The seemingly easygoing The-deepest-house displayed an × symbol on the monitor.
"I can't tell you that... For ease of management, every visitor's route is separated and kept confidential.
Don't worry. If your friends can recognize the situation, abandon their old stubborn