Everything in the resplendent interstellar warship came to a stop in an instant. The dust motes floating in the air, the characters scrolling across various devices, and the Maintenance Robots moving through the Warship Corridor all froze as if someone had pressed a pause button. The personnel walking around the ship gradually turned into translucent shadows before vanishing from the air one after another.
The surroundings fell silent, leaving only Hao Ren standing before Nakuru. He was still wearing that "officer uniform," but the clothes were gradually fading and changing back into his usual outfit.
"When did you start to get suspicious?" Hao Ren spread his hands with a smile and repeated the question. "Was it because I was too eager with those questions just now?"
"I felt that something was wrong the moment I boarded the ship." Nakuru's face was as cold as frost. This proud God Slayer had finally tasted defeat, and this defeat was even more unbearable to him than being defeated and captured on the battlefield. On the battlefield, he could admit that he was lacking in strength, but now—he only felt thoroughly deceived. "A lot of things on this ship don't comply with regulations. The wrong things were placed in the wrong positions... I really should have realized sooner that this was nothing more than your scheme."
Hao Ren glanced around. This ship was a scene he had arranged based on the Patian—the Rebel Warship he had previously captured from Sulun's Gate. He had simulated almost every detail of the ship, even arranging suitable crew members and some operating equipment. But now it seemed that an illusion was still just an illusion. It could fool an outsider, but not a genuine rebel soldier.
Still, he merely shook his head indifferently. "But it doesn't matter anymore.