"We're going to wreck the place. What do you think?"
Lu Mouren's bluntness made the Ancient Hero across from him pause, even his psychic fluctuations coming to a halt.
You want to wreck my boss's place, and you're telling me, the employee, right to my face? Of course.
"That's wonderful. Though I don't think highly of your chances. What that thing loves most is watching us struggle and resist, then destroying everything we try to protect and turning it back into Its collection."
After completing each mission, the Heroes were forced back into slumber.
Refuse? Then you and every living thing around you would suffer misfortune, until you were driven into a corner and willingly entered the amber again.
"Heh, things are different now. Before, it was a single-player game with sole administrator—GM—authority. Now that it's networked, naturally it has to enjoy hackers and all sorts of malicious attacks... Er, that wasn't the most fitting analogy. You don't get it?"
"No, I understand. Our civilization once developed a network between minds, and dealing with those bratty children who freely spread malice and negative emotions was once my biggest headache. After all, younglings needed protection."
As he spoke of the past, the Hero grew somewhat nostalgic. Back then, he had been a genuine desk worker. He had thought life was already terrible enough—no paid leave, low wages, and pressure from both sides. Yet now, he found himself constantly thinking of those irritating days.
"A psychic network? Lu PingAn! Ask him for some blood!"
Well, upon seeing such a rare "psychic creature," this one became even more enthusiastic.
Lu PingAn did not rush to comply. As long as they kept talking, the other party would naturally not refuse such a small request. He was more interested in something else.
"Sure enough, your