Untreatable

"What should I do, then?" Yang Xu pressed.

"The person who tied the knot must untie it. Take me back into that dream with you, and I'll find a way to observe it again. We need to see whether that powerful figure is some Otherworldly Expert we know in reality. If so, things will be much easier. But the most frightening possibility is that you entered the dream of some unknown existence. If that's the case, then I only have nine words for you." The investigator continued.

"What nine words?"

"Untreatable. Wait for death. Farewell." After typing those words, the investigator logged off.

"Bastard!" Yang Xu smashed the keyboard.

He then hung up and began contacting other mysterious investigation agencies.

He did not know that everything he had just done had been watched by his father, the elderly man, through the villa's surveillance cameras.

"So he wasn't just eating, drinking, and having fun. He was looking for a way out..." the old man muttered. "Unfortunately, that temper his grandmother spoiled him into has only brought him trouble."

With that thought, he opened a laptop beside him and began operating it rapidly. His proficiency was a hundred times greater than that of his son, Yang Xu.

Naturally, this was because the Eastern Continent had always been highly developed, and computer technology had always kept pace with global trends. In terms of ability, many people in their sixties and seventies were top experts in the computer industry.

Before long, Yang Xu's entire chat history had been extracted.

Then the old man thought for a moment and made a phone call.

"Is this President Xu? I heard your family has deep ties to Otherworldly Users."

A young yet remarkably composed voice came from the other end. "Yes. Is Boss Yang interested in this