Zhe Rong did not discuss Tai Yu's "imagination" any further or question it. But half an hour later, because of this round of "imagination," he once again clashed with his superior, and Mister Qing Wu, the historian from the "Black Inspector" sequence, attended the meeting again.
"Evil gods are usually the house. What they want is to entice gamblers to keep adding bets."
His superior's icy words were meant to set the tone, but they failed to end the discussion.
This time, Zhe Rong was no longer the main force. Qing Wu was extremely agitated.
"The back of his head—Lu Ande's early back of head injury! Details like that, details casually brought up, are precisely what show his astonishing value!"
Even Zhe Rong felt that was a little excessive. "Didn't you know about that too?"
"I didn't!"
"...Then how can you be sure it's real? He could have made it up on the spot."
"There's too much fabrication in historical information. That isn't important. What matters is his behavioral logic, his indifferent attitude, the historical possibilities he casually presents—today it's Lu Ande; tomorrow it could be the Lord of Silent Extinction. This isn't just a historical subject. It is also the true context we have always pursued and attempted to recreate! At the very least, it is one possibility!"
Thus, Zhe Rong retreated in defeat.
His superior remained calm. "By your logic, the organization that released Nameless One's incomplete personality deserves even more attention."
Qing Wu was still agitated, but it was apparent that he had thought a great deal since their last exchange. His words poured forth without pause:
"But that organization did not lose control. If Nameless One belongs to that organization, then it most likely already existed in the later stages of the Calamity Era. Otherwise, it