As Ronan's thoughts shifted, new symbols appeared in the Chat Window. The basic dots and strokes that formed them were no longer the eerie white of The Other Side, but a distinctly pale cyan, their edges glowing faintly. It suited Ronan's aesthetic quite well.
The handwriting-like strokes stood in stark contrast to the excessively simple, dark interface elements, yet they fit perfectly, carrying a sense of design rather than being a purely functional arrangement.
A thought flashed through Ronan's mind: Could this be a remnant of the elements Father designed back then?
Well, the key point now was that Ronan was using his native language.
As that sentence appeared, the Chat Window seemed to freeze. The Other Side did not respond at once.
Ronan raised his brows and continued "typing," still using Lian Die's questioning tone:
"Who are you?
"How do I know whether I can trust you?
"How will you fulfill my wish?"
Those questions made him seem like a complete Little White. Perhaps he was.
Would The Other Side believe him?
Ronan thought the odds were fifty-fifty. Judging from the words alone, probably. But if it connected them to the way he had previously controlled the External Neuron, then probably not.
Avoiding the mental overload in time was not something a Little White could do.
If The Other Side was not deceived, Ronan could basically confirm that it had deliberately caused the External Neuron to overload. There was also a considerable chance that it possessed a real-world awareness of Ronan, the carrier and holder of the External Neuron.
If so, the problem would be serious.
Ronan was also using this opportunity to confirm The Other Side's capacity for perception and judgment—whether it matched the entity he suspected, and the circumstances Luo Yuan, An Dongsheng, and the others had