After years of experience, Huai Shi had summed up one objective rule: former members of the Ideal State were all more or less seriously ill.
The departed seniors could be set aside for now, but those who remained were either a little crazy or very crazy.
And their problems were huge.
Not a single normal one among them!
Including this non-staff member before them. At the mention of something entertaining to watch, his eyes nearly started glowing.
"Ahem. Although I did come for the spectacle, as your guide, I should still advise everyone to stay safe, be sensible, and turn back in time."
Seemingly realizing his lapse, Odem coughed twice and tried his best to look serious. "I can provide a safe shortcut to help everyone return to the Present Realm. Don't worry, it'll be quick. By this time tomorrow, you'll be having lunch in London..."
Though he said that, the snail's abstract expression was already full of a pleading look that said, Don't go, don't go, I'm begging you.
As a poor, weak, and helpless snail, Odem had fallen into a difficult struggle—on one side was fun, and on the other was duty. The snail truly could not choose.
In the silence, he secretly studied everyone's expressions. And everyone was looking at Huai Shi.
The time for a decision had come.
But Huai Shi said nothing.
He merely remained silent.
Suppressing the urge to sigh.
Sometimes, he deeply hated having become a tool, but at other times, he could not help wanting to become that carefree tool again.
At least then, he would not have to face the consequences of a choice.
If this had been a game, he would have rolled up his sleeves and gone all in long ago.
But this was not something as painless as