Once Izax started preaching, he would not be stopping anytime soon. Hao Ren had no interest in watching such a dull yet brutal "educational" process, so before Izax could begin, he shouted at Bethmos, "Let me ask you something. Did you read the manual?"
Bethmos was still in a state of overwhelming Mental Shock. He was dazed and disoriented, as if he had lost his soul. It wasn't just him—even if you brought over anyone with a two-digit IQ, they wouldn't fare any better after encountering the same situation. Bethmos took several seconds to react to Hao Ren's words before regaining a little awareness. "The manual?"
"...For a sophisticated device like this, you didn't think it worked like a lamp in your house, did you? You just press a button and it lights up?" Hao Ren glanced back at the device, whose dim radiance was gradually fading. "Even foolproof operation depends on the circumstances. You actually dared to casually press some button on something capable of connecting two worlds?"
Bethmos felt his dignity had been insulted and began struggling desperately in Izax's grip. "That's not fair! This shouldn't have happened! I studied the records! I studied them! This is how it's supposed to work! This isn't supposed to be the result! Thousands of years of research weren't meant to make a fool of me! I..."
Izax was getting annoyed listening to him. He clenched his fist, and the overwhelming pressure of a superior demon left the half-demon in his grasp completely helpless. "All right, quiet down. There are plenty of unfair things in this world. Absolute fairness and justice are fantasies of the weak, and illusions of the fortunate. You should actually be glad that device didn't truly open the gate. Otherwise, at the very least, the Landlord and I