I know you're in a hurry, but I hope you're even more desperate.
What was that term again? Edging?
Desire, fear, pain, madness. It was easy to imagine how all of that had been fermenting inside Head-Peeking Brother's head.
And he probably thought what he was doing was just as vile as slapping someone awake in the middle of a sweet dream.
The source of his desire was gone.
Could that sudden loss make Head-Peeking Brother feel a genuine hatred for everything around him?
What kind of action could help someone leave the Inner World?
So far, there was only one known example: Jane, the waitress at the breakfast shop.
One thing could be inferred from her case: a person's strong will was a useful factor.
But as a guide for action, that conclusion was nowhere near enough.
Jane hadn't even realized how abnormal her situation was. In other words, she'd been far less deeply immersed at the level of perception.
And in Head-Peeking Brother's current state, there was no way to pull out a coin and have him guess again.
Fortunately, Fu Qian had never intended to rely on an experience that seemed so difficult to repeat.
So, as he continued down this one-way road, he kept pondering what this situation represented at its core.
If his earlier hypothesis was correct—that these people had fallen into the Inner World because their living selves in that world could serve as anchors—then, in theory, ending the process simply meant severing their connection to those anchors.
It was even easy to think of a simple, brutal method: just kill them.
With the anchor gone, wouldn't they be free?
But, for one thing, he wasn't sure whether doing that would help the version of them standing nearby, or merely grant the person