Mother City Deep Web

Huang Juan did not panic. Since the other party's ability to "evolve personalities" could be used on outsiders, naturally it could also be used on their own people. That did not mean the other party could return so quickly. He had still left himself plenty of contingencies.

"Senior Fortress."

Huang Juan still maintained sufficient respect for this version of the Fortress.

"So the tiny personality born from my virtual personality simulator has grown this far? Brat Huang Juan, have you forgotten that I was the one who sent you into Deep Web's service? If she knew you were a double agent, what would she think?"

"She probably wouldn't be surprised," Huang Juan said calmly. "When I faked my death, I left a file for Madam Deep Web that completely explained my identity. And I didn't lose my title as a Deep Web Follower. Clearly, she must have known about it long ago."

"Hmph." The old Fortress's faceless visage radiated murderous fury. "Get out of my territory, traitor!"

"Of course. But before I leave, I have one last question I'd like to ask you."

"You still want to trick that fake into talking!"

"No. I'm asking you."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Regarding the monster in the starry sky—that Memory Mother Body. How much do you know?"

"Nonsense!"

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut. At some point, Huang Juan had already appeared outside it.

"Let's go, kid. He's really angry now. If he loses his temper and releases certain things, it won't end well."

The voice sounded from inside the door again.

Huang Juan took a deep breath. The deeply furrowed face seemed to grow even older.

It seemed the other party had been right. Every door along the entire corridor was banging loudly. With every impact, one