Chapter 1757: The Bitter Fruit (Final)
It was a good thing he hadn't used this backup plan too readily.
Looking down at the crater in the ground and feeling the aftershocks around him, Fu Qian thought to himself.
The situation just now had been simple. He'd chosen the right moment and transformed into the King of Prison Break.
And the White-faced Man, whose mind really wasn't much to speak of and who acted almost entirely on instinct, had predictably met him head-on, throwing away every advantage it had built up.
And aside from making that strike count, the change in perspective had also given Fu Qian unprecedented clarity about his current state.
For example, there was himself, sitting inside the stone tower beyond the Healing Dreamscape...
Doctor Dorian, in the corner with his eyes tightly shut, still doing his best...
The many puppets belonging to both the locals and the outsiders...
And another Akons, overlapping with this "real world" but never intersecting with it.
So he really had been locked outside the glass?
Having confirmed his earlier suspicion about their predicament, Fu Qian even tried to sense the real Akons, the one he couldn't reach.
As he clearly watched Dorian casually playing with puppets in the examination room, an uncanny feeling rose within him. It seemed that a gaze had fallen back on him in turn.
Unfortunately, the feeling was so elusive that Fu Qian made no further effort. He simply canceled his Mythical Form and withdrew from it.
The reason was simple. The aftershocks he sensed weren't coming only from the kick he'd just delivered.
The moment he appeared as the King of Prison Break, every Akons in both reality and illusion had begun trembling uncontrollably, on the verge of collapse.
And after a rough estimate of the force