"You'll die—today."
The man said the words in a broken, fragmented way.
Lu Ban heard him and instinctively spoke.
"Not today."
".Today."
"Not today."
Lu Ban felt that he shouldn't keep arguing with a child like this, so he rapped his knuckles on the table.
"Who are you? You're not from this illusion. Or are you also part of it?"
He asked the question.
This should have been an illusion constructed by The Man of Darkness. It was nearly impossible for any other Old Ones to intrude, and this man clearly wasn't an incarnation of The Man of Darkness.
Compared to this fellow, the doctor at the mental hospital seemed more like The Man of Darkness.
Therefore, Lu Ban guessed that the latter possibility was more likely.
The one who constructed this illusion had apparently taken issue with Lu Ban's comfortable life, so he had sent this man to warn him.
But what was his purpose?
Lu Ban had initially thought The Man of Darkness wanted to create an unnaturally beautiful world to make him give up returning to the foreign realm. But now, it seemed that wasn't his original intention?
"You can't save them."
The man spoke again.
"Them?"
Lu Ban glanced at Trist beside him.
They had already died in the real world. They were people who had witnessed the end and completed the loop of their fate. There was no chance of saving them. Once Lu Ban left this illusion, they would naturally disappear as well.
How could saving them even be discussed?
Could there be a way for these people to break free from the loop of fate and survive through a miracle that was almost impossible?
"It's today."
The man repeated the words over and over, like a heartless recording stuck on repeat.
Suddenly, his