In just a few words, the situation seemed to have become clear.
Poor Lasik, just like last time, had been unreasonably thrown into a special place, followed by endless torment.
The difference was that last time, she seemed to have been trapped in time, while this time, it had been replaced by a specific geographical area.
As for the source of that torment, on one hand, it naturally came from the director, who had been waiting for an intruder to use as a Tool Person. On the other, Lord Selvis's attitude had made things equally clear.
This expert was obviously not all that keen on saving lives and healing the world.
He seemed more inclined to see himself as a warden, peering into people's hearts with his discernment and ultimately sending them where they belonged.
So when Lasik had fallen from the sky, he had certainly been interested, but he had clearly not been in any hurry to send her away. Instead, he had quietly watched her perform.
Lasik's subsequent experiences were therefore easy to imagine.
Just like what had happened to him, the director would provide the key, even guiding Lasik step by step into this place and having her open the safe for him.
Selvis was even simpler. He was not in a hurry to make the director lose this Tool Person, instead letting things proceed and cooperating with the plan.
Because it would kill two birds with one stone.
It would be both a contest between him and the director, and an opportunity to observe what was special about Lasik in the process.
As long as he had enough confidence in his ability to control the situation, such a choice was perfectly natural.
And considering Selvis's status as the one calling the shots here, that confidence was