"Fu... Mr. Fang, what happened to you?"
Early the next morning, Wen Li came to invite Fu Qian to breakfast herself. When she saw the six-sided iron cage on his head, her mouth fell open wide enough to swallow a fist.
Was it really that scary? She'd even called him by his real name.
Fu Qian felt the top of his head. The towering iron cage nearly reached the ceiling.
That was right. After getting up that morning, he'd made a special trip back to the Warehouse to retrieve the Sweet Dream Head Cage.
It did look a little bizarre.
"An antisocial device."
Seeing Wen Li's uncertain expression, Fu Qian casually made something up.
"Want to try it?"
"I'd rather not."
Wen Li waved her hands nervously, but the next moment she let out a surprised "Huh?"
"This is strange. I can't sense your emotions at all now."
Of course she couldn't. This thing was said to block all forms of prying. Even if that was an exaggeration, it could certainly block something as minor as emotional perception.
"I told you. It's an antisocial device."
Fu Qian didn't elaborate. He reached up and took off the cage.
Click.
As he moved, the bottom of the iron cage closed automatically.
He'd only been joking just now. The item was already on cooldown, so even if Wen Li wanted to wear it, she'd have to wait until the next day.
Fu Qian hadn't put an iron cage on his head first thing in the morning out of boredom.
After spending a night asleep in this world, he'd decided it was important to check his own condition.
After all, he was prone to attracting attention now. He couldn't walk around with an iron cage while he was working, but he could try wearing