"Gasp—"
What now surfaced in Jiang Qiao's mind was a famous line from the internet business wars before he crossed over: I didn't do anything. He came up and stabbed himself three times.
"Fuck!"
Looking at the completely disintegrated "Divine General," Jiang Qiao found it hard to believe, yet somehow felt it was perfectly natural.
Why had the Divine General died?
It was simple.
He had touched upon the secrets of the gods!
Five minutes earlier.
When the Divine General summoned the eighteenth floor of the apartment building again, after the strange shadow inside the window turned around, what Jiang Qiao saw was neither a human silhouette like before nor the dummy that had established a connection with him.
It was a blank expanse!
Empty.
There was nothing at all.
But.
He could clearly sense a vortex within that blankness, constantly tugging at him and giving him an uncontrollable urge... Yet what exactly that urge was, he found difficult to describe.
In short.
It was as if all his secrets had been laid bare.
As if no secret could be kept.
All his psychological defenses and all the walls he had built were being dismantled within that blankness.
The locked-away information.
It involuntarily moved toward the vortex.
Jiang Qiao wanted to interrupt it.
But he discovered that he simply couldn't... The urge came from within him, yet was beyond his control.
Or.
More precisely.
This urge might well have been the information hidden in his mind acquiring some strange form of vitality, willingly rushing toward that window, as though it could gain eternal freedom so long as it entered.
That information.
It ranged from the confusion he had felt in Bin City when he first crossed over to the joy he had experienced upon first obtaining a talent.
Then there