The Workshop was deathly silent. No one answered.
But in the silence, the head in Ji Jue's hand seemed to twitch slightly, as if out of curiosity. Yet it was only an instinctive spasm amid the erosion of Sin Corruption.
Its pupils remained hollow.
"How lonely. It's been so long, and no one's talked to me."
Ji Jue sat in his chair, sighing as he stroked the head in his hands. "Good thing you dropped by. If this kept up, I'd probably have to draw a face on a volleyball and make friends with it."
The head remained silent, as hollow in essence as a reflection in a mirror.
"What does the world look like to you?"
Ji Jue asked curiously, "Not everything before your eyes, nor places farther away—or rather, not just Luye Island. I mean this world."
He raised his five fingers, curling and closing them.
"The sensation of touch, the wind rushing at your face, the smell of the air when rain falls, the pauses between heartbeats, the pulse—everything is exactly the same as reality.
"A couple of days ago, I even performed a minor operation on myself. Even my internal organs were no different from reality. To achieve such a lifelike degree of realism, this must be some incredible Masterwork, right?
"So, have you ever considered that perhaps this false world isn't all that different from the real one?"
"Though I know it's fake, that all of this should be phenomenon simulation, and there might be invisible barriers or other obstructions—"
Ji Jue shrugged. "But I really can't help myself."
So why not give it a try?
The opportunity was right before his eyes. Since he was already here, he couldn't just let it pass him by.
Besides, the kid was still young.
"Anyway, once the