Prisoner Meng: I'm Dying-Afraid of Scum Sea Butterfly Swim?

"Ha Jiwang's" astonishing wisdom was relative. The "System Master" being able to unravel the truth did not mean Meng Yi's probing could analyze much of anything.

For the moment, he would ignore the "Lord of Falsehood's" talent for suffering needlessly.

After Meng Yi's compensation claim succeeded, his temporarily empowered field of vision fell from the "metaphysical" region back to the "Myriad Worlds God Buddha Paradise Central Hub."

It was an instant and an eternity, a moment and forever.

Not even a second had passed compared to when he left. It was as if an experience had suddenly been inserted into his original self-cognition, yet this state caused Meng Yi not the slightest discomfort. He had experienced the public facilities of the "Evolution Paradise · Omnipotent Domain" far too many times for that.

"It worked."

Meng Yi shifted his gaze away from the "My Past Self is Truly Damned" staring directly at the "Paradise Player · Slacking Sect Master."

The "Void Faction Leader" had unilaterally blacklisted him, so from now on, there was no way to contact the "Void Faction Leader" through this method again.

Freed from Meng Yi's suppression, the Slacking Sect Master hurriedly gathered "My Past Self is Truly Damned," "My Present Self Wants to Lie Flat," and "My Future Self Wants to Open Scrolls" into one.

Wearing cartoon pink fluffy-rabbit pajamas, the unkempt, disheveled young man rolled and crawled away, fleeing into some remote corner. He curled into a ball and trembled beneath a pink quilt brimming with girlish charm.

Prejudice in people's hearts was like a great mountain.

Clearly, they were peers with the same number of dungeon runs and equal player levels. Yet there was still a pitifully thick barrier between Meng Yi and top-level players like the Slacking Sect Master. They would never be able