"Am... am I still here?"
Director Song sat collapsed on the floor, staring blankly ahead. Apart from the murky smoke still being drawn over, nothing else remained in the small area before him.
Even an idiot would know it was not what he had imagined. So only one question troubled him now:
Where was the "prop"?
"This is a demonstration plan, as well as an experience package. Mm, you could also call it a game skin?"
Ronan rarely made jokes, and this one was rather dry. "Although this plan isn't quite perfect, Director Song, you can experience it firsthand and compare it with the Justice Cult's."
"Y-yes?"
Director Song answered reflexively. Half a second later, the almost explicit answer Ronan had given him finally registered in his mind:
That "prop" had been put on him?
Director Song hurriedly lowered his head, but all he saw was a brilliant radiance, as if flames had truly ignited around him. His previously disheveled body flickered within it, yet he noticed no abnormalities—if there was anything, it was only a light sense of restraint that kept his body faintly tense, along with an elasticity and lightness he had not felt since reaching middle age.
He instinctively exerted a little force. Without even using his hands, his body naturally rose to its feet. His free hand clenched in the air, and the light and flames contracted inward. There even seemed to be a faint explosive hum in the air.
Director Song scarcely dared move. "Th-this is so powerful?"
Ronan shook his head and gestured to Long Qi, who was staring wide-eyed as though watching an unbelievable dream.
Only when Ronan snapped his fingers again did Long Qi snap out of it.
"What?"
"Limited equipment. Share it." Ronan nodded toward the huge metal suitcase beside Long