Twisted City

For a long time.

Liu Di suddenly asked, "Is there any way for me to return to the real world? I still have many things unfinished there."

Zhang Weiguo chuckled. "Among the tens of millions in T-one District, nearly everyone has asked that question. I admit it's possible, but as time passes, everyone gives up on the idea, because it simply can't be done."

Liu Di's eyes flickered. "Mental power?"

"Yes."

Zhang Weiguo nodded slowly. "You need powerful mental strength to break through layer after layer of obstacles and find the master of this world. Only he can send you back to reality."

Liu Di fell silent.

But a suspicion formed in his mind. The master of this world was the one who had created the entire Consciousness Universe. Everything around him was very likely merely that person's Consciousness Space. Naturally, he would have the ability to let people enter and leave it.

Liu Di asked again, "How do you cultivate mental power?"

"Cultivate?"

Zhang Weiguo laughed again. "Have you been reading too many novels?"

Uh.

Liu Di was stunned as well.

This was another world. He was drifting down from a mountain, and although he was riding in a tricycle, the one pedaling it was a white-bearded immortal.

Wasn't the word "cultivate" quite fitting?

Zhang Weiguo continued, "Mental power comes from your physical condition before you fell unconscious. Suppose Einstein entered this world. With how developed his brain was, his mental power would surely be heaven-defying."

"But once you get here, you no longer have a physical body, so your mental power will no longer increase."

"The only way to grow stronger is to seize it!"

"This is a world where the strong devour the weak, where victors rule!"

"For example."

Zhang Weiguo looked at Liu Di, an odd