Look at how important dedication was.
Even in a distorted, dislocated space-time, the work itself could still carry over.
And it all came from never forgetting one's original purpose.
As for the directions from the other end of the walkie-talkie, Fu Qian didn't hesitate at all. He really did choose the road to the left.
The person on the other end might not have meant well, of course, but when there was almost no basis for judgment, there was no need to waste energy sorting out good from evil. At the very least, this road was more heavily influenced by the meme.
Even the atmosphere was more solemn.
It was hard to say how it compared to the other side, but at least from where he'd just been, the air of a high-level academic institution had been steadily intensifying.
Doors far too tall, decorations with no practical purpose.
The silver lines grew ever more elaborate, gleaming in the light of exquisite fixtures across the ceiling, the walls, and even beneath his feet. As he walked, he almost felt as if time and space were turning around him.
There weren't even any branching paths. He only had to keep going in one direction.
At first, rooms lined both sides of the corridor, resembling a mix of lecture halls and laboratories. Unfortunately, every door was shut tight.
Considering the receptionist's warning, Fu Qian really didn't open any doors at random to investigate.
After climbing another flight of stairs, the space ahead suddenly opened up.
Beneath the starry sky, an endless expanse of water stretched out beside him.
The building beneath his feet floated in it like an iceberg, yet not a single breeze stirred across the water.
No wonder they hadn't quite believed him. He really had come a long way.
Fu