Having established their teacher-student relationship, the two returned along the passageway to the central hall, where twenty-one doors led to different special containment chambers.
Since the teacher's door was Number 19 and his containment designation was also Original-019,
Han Dong guessed that the twenty-one doors here might correspond to the earlier-numbered Original Containment Zones.
Han Dong asked, "Are these all areas containing first-generation originals? Corresponding to Numbers 1 through 21?"
"That isn't the case.
This is a committee reestablished by us so-called 'loss-of-control entities.' Those chosen as committee members possess relatively sharp minds and considerable strength.
As for me, I simply happen to prefer the number 19."
"The committee..."
"That's right. Although we have already taken control of the committee and gained roughly 90% control over the B.B.C.,
as long as Director Charles has not surrendered his authority, many matters involving the highest-level permissions remain difficult to handle. That is precisely what we are currently working to overcome.
For example, my true body is imprisoned in a miniature world, and we are currently trying to forcibly pry open the entrance to that world.
Some of the committee members here, myself included, are not our true bodies.
Once the B.B.C. permissions under our control reach 100%, we will proceed to the next stage of the operation."
Han Dong asked in astonishment, "The next stage? Breaking free of the Control General Bureau's shackles and confronting the Black Tower head-on?"
The teacher waved his tentacle-like fingers.
"No, it isn't that simple. After all, those who possess Primal Letters are quite formidable... If a direct conflict breaks out, we would still be at a disadvantage."
"Then what is it?"
Smack, smack, smack. The teacher gently patted Han Dong on the shoulder.
"When the time is right, you'll naturally find out..."
Even Though their "teacher-student