The young Skinny Guy had gathered so many people on the small island, and every one of them seemed fanatically devoted.
Yet the human heart was the most wondrous thing.
Even after he displayed such immense power, some people's true thoughts still differed from his.
After following the Iron-Masked Man through the ritual and returning to the laboratory,
one researcher appeared to be working with the same fervor.
But inwardly, a thought was turning over in his mind.
That Iron-Masked Man must have obtained some kind of Golden Finger.
The most likely possibility was aliens, or perhaps the Prehistoric Civilization itself.
And among all these people, I'm rather mediocre. Though I graduated from a top university too, my classmates can win Nobel Prizes, while I can't.
So in the end, I probably won't receive much credit.
But looking at it another way, if I hand this over to a major power, wouldn't I gain greater benefits?
Definitely. Since I'd be the first to defect, the first to inform on them, major powers always have well-established reward systems. They're more reliable.
To encourage more people to inform, they would surely protect the first informant well and let him share in the results.
In short, no one knew what exactly motivated him in the end, but he chose to go out and inform.
When he tried to put it into action, he found his options were very limited.
First, there was no internet access here.
The island was covered by powerful electromagnetic shielding. In short, the most advanced anti-network-cheating measures in the world had been installed on this island.
Furthermore, boats patrolled the surrounding waters twenty-four hours a day. Sneaking away was impossible.
Finally, long barrier nets had been set up around the island, so messages in bottles could forget about it.