After the Artistic Me stated the "test content," Rabbit Girl immediately felt the shackles around her vanish.
It seemed she could speak again.
"Ask a question that I can answer myself, but you cannot?" Confusion flashed through Rabbit Girl's eyes. "Isn't that simple?"
"Simple?" The Artistic Me said nothing, merely gazing calmly at Rabbit Girl.
Under the gaze of her "other self," Rabbit Girl spoke confidently. "May I ask: under the current rules, what exactly is the question I am about to ask you—the question that can let me win?"
The moment Rabbit Girl asked this question, not only was the Artistic Me in the arena stunned, but Angel outside the arena was also taken aback.
Could she ask that?
Rabbit Girl seemed rather pleased with herself, chin raised, wearing an expression that said she had already seen through this question.
Yet after only a second of surprise, the Artistic Me gently shook her head and slowly said in an ethereal voice, "This question is invalid."
What was invalid about it?
Just as Rabbit Girl thought the other party was about to go back on her word, a faint red glow suddenly lit up at the top of the Artistic Layer.
The instant the red light appeared, Rabbit Girl suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure settle over her heart.
Her legs went a little weak as well.
It was as if she had been transported from level ground to a plateau in an instant, every part of her body burdened with weight.
However, the burden was not especially severe. At the very least, beneath the red glow, she could still move normally.
"This is the price," the Artistic Me said softly.
"You cannot ask questions without limit. Just like the number of floors in this Tower of Babel, you may ask