A poor student could still guess the right answer.
Though it had been clear from the start that the so-called arena and "them" were just a story Killer Brother had made up, all to let himself experience a more dramatic twist.
But the graffiti covering the room and the carpet of eyeballs still seemed like they ought to have some explanation.
It was true that, thanks to his deep fusion with the Other Shore, the other party could freely manipulate many things. But as I'd said before, everyone had their limits.
In Fu Qian's view, Zhao Ran's imagination was too meager to support the creation of a scene like this. Most likely, he really had only discovered it.
So who had been the original creator?
And what was the Failed Alliance carved there?
Why did the graffiti move?
In Fu Qian's view, the questions raised at the start were still worth answering.
In fact, introducing the concept of "them" really did make things easier to explain.
Unlike the group who only ever went round and round with Old Man Feng, another group of people had been trapped here and done far more.
There was a good chance Zhao Ran had discovered their legacy, and that the techniques for deeply fusing with the Other Shore had come from them as well.
"Only one of them can be called alive, but there really is a group of them."
Thankfully, the Pope once again proved reliable.
As she spoke, she waved her hand. The pool of blood suddenly churned, and a human body surged out of it.
Killer Brother.
For Fu Qian, he was easy enough to recognize. The figure struggling as if in the River of the Dead was his research partner, Zhao Ran, who had just been eliminated.
It was