"Attacking by reading minds? That really is Mist Island's style!"
Fu Luo heard Lin Yu's words and could not help muttering.
After all, applying such a standard of judgment in other worlds was simply too extravagant.
Even Truth Company in the City That Never Sleeps would have found it difficult to instantly read emotions and use them to distinguish friend from foe.
Not only was it difficult for the party doing the screening to identify the emotions of every passerby with such precision...
More importantly, as long as someone was human, it was easy for them to have "negative emotions."
Perhaps they had quarreled with their partner that day and were furious. Perhaps they had just taken a fall and grown hostile. Perhaps they had eaten something bad and were feeling nervous—all of those situations were possible.
If you wanted to work with people, you had to tolerate such things: allow people to make mistakes, and allow them to be emotional.
Most of all, you had to allow people to make mistakes in their minds—as the saying went, "A gentleman is judged by his actions, not his thoughts; if judged by his thoughts, no one in the world is perfect!"
But Mist Island was different.
On the eve of the coming catastrophe, nearly everyone who could enter this research institute possessed absolute "calm" and "rationality."
They were all masters who studied the realm of the soul. They could not possibly produce meaningless thoughts.
Of course...
When these guards had first been designed, they had used gentler methods of "identification"—facial recognition and soul-signature recognition.
But in the end, when the catastrophe arrived, the disaster that erupted from the "mind" and "soul" meant that anyone who had taken part in it, no matter how firm their will, could turn from a reliable