Wenren Sheng watched Little Illusion swallow the Monster Computer, then said,
"Connect to the global internet now. Try using the Monster Computer's original abilities to publish the game, then pull in those special players."
Little Illusion did not agree immediately. Instead, she asked in surprise, "That's strange, Old Wen. When you lured Little Fire last time, didn't you use some World Scan ability? Why haven't you used it during these two searches for the Backstage Black Hand?"
"Obviously. Since they could evade prophecy-based tracking, they could certainly evade my source power scans. Of course I wouldn't waste my effort. I'm not the only one who can use that ability; others can too, just over a much smaller range. So now we can only count on you," Wenren Sheng explained simply.
"So I'm this important. Then why do you still hit me every day?"
"I've only hit you twice, and both times were when you caused huge trouble."
"Twice means every day. One day, then another day."
"So that's how you understand 'every day.' As expected of someone with a kindergarten education."
After another round of nonsense, Little Illusion finally obediently went to work, looking exactly like a child sent off by her parents to do homework.
Pacific Ocean, Volcanic Island, The Questioner.
He continued soaking in the hot spring, occasionally finding amusement by peeping into other people's lives. He was practically another Aihandebu.
He discovered that the Otherworldly Users had all become turtles hiding in their shells, retreating into their Small Worlds.
But that was the extent of the damage to them. Although many matters outside could no longer be handled and had become a complete mess, the Otherworldly Users themselves had not suffered much harm.
After watching for a while, he became bored.
Hiding on such a small