Brother Persuader seemed to have changed no less than the prisoners.
Of course, it wasn't because he thought things would get too dangerous later and wanted the Persuader to scout ahead as cannon fodder.
For Fu Qian, the real point of making that impolite demand earlier—asking whether the Persuader was willing to scout ahead as cannon fodder—was the response.
And the response had been exactly as consistent with his previous behavior: astonishingly easygoing.
He seemed to have retained his memories while completely entering another mental state.
So what did it mean that the prisoners were all gone?
As he really followed the Persuader down the steps behind the door, one at a time, Fu Qian felt the strangeness of the situation grow stronger.
The scene he had encountered on this visit to the Corridor had been quite unexpected.
For one thing, apart from the dimmer light, he hadn't seen any trace that might have belonged to the Dark Moon.
And according to his earlier deductions, the prisoners should theoretically still have been there. Yet their territory, once untouched by anyone, now looked abandoned.
And now even the veteran Tool Person, the Persuader, seemed to have reached another mental state.
Following close behind, Fu Qian could easily confirm with his Eye Radar that some time had passed, but his old friend's rank had not improved in the slightest.
But the fact that he could still maintain a stable state seemed to indicate, to some extent, that this place hadn't lost its power.
After all, when they'd first met, the Persuader had offered an interesting explanation of the paradoxical relationship between his abilities and this prison.
In essence, this place could even be considered the source of his power.
And, if he took the idea a little further, this connection seemed to