Trapped in the storage room, Yuan Zhu kept pounding on the door and calling out.
When no one came to rescue him, he gave up and drew on the Uniform's power. The shadow beneath his feet writhed, and a tar-like mass rose from the darkness on the floor. It snaked up through the gap beneath the door, slipped into the keyhole, took shape, hardened, and turned. The lock clicked open from the outside.
Little Spicy Strip seized the chance to flatter him. "Nicely done! Congratulations, boss! You've mastered another handy little trick for getting rich!"
"I know what you're trying to say. But am I, Yuan Zhu, that kind of petty man? Would I tell you I'm worth a hundred kilograms of gold?"
With a disdainful snort, Yuan Zhu pushed the door open. Fire Fang's staff had already gone home. The corridor was empty.
Outside the window, darkness had fallen. His predecessor had been too frugal to buy even a secondhand mechanical watch, so he called out, "Snake Snake, what time is it?"
Little Spicy Strip said, "I dunno! I went into Happy Home with you, boss, so I lost touch with reality too. All I can calculate precisely is that from when Mao Mao King recruited you, through your trip into the Foam World and your brief return to Happy Home, nineteen hours and forty-one minutes passed for you. I also checked the clock in Happy Home. Between our entering the Foam World and returning, it advanced only twenty-two minutes."
"Is Duling's timeline always this chaotic? Nothing matches up. Every place runs on its own time."
Yuan Zhu scratched his head in irritation. Was it even still the same day?
They said space, time, cause, and effect were twisted into chaos in the Foam Layer. Now he was beginning