"What happened?"
Han Su raised a hand and pushed away the mechanical apparatus covering his eyes. Rong Qiyue's anxious face came into view.
He stared at Han Su in disbelief, then looked at the instrument readings. The outrageous numbers on the screen left him looking as if he'd seen a ghost. After a long moment, he sucked in a sharp breath and blurted, "How did one Deep Dive make such a huge commotion?"
Han Su had no time to answer him.
After returning to reality, it felt as if his consciousness had returned to his brain.
It was like a program drifting on its own had reconnected to a high-end CPU, and his processing power was rapidly recovering. Everything he had experienced and seen in the abyss just now resurfaced in his mind, and countless details began to grow clearer.
The feeling was hard to describe. It was like being in a dream, where so many things were difficult to distinguish from reality.
But once you woke up and looked back at the dream, everything unreasonable and bizarre about it became as clear as day.
He quickly seized on the key point. "The voice chanting a Spell beside me just now, and the phone call I received in the Ancient Castle—"
"—were from the same person?"
The answer shocked him.
The person who had guided him and urged him to explore the Emperor's secrets in the Ancient Castle had appeared in reality?
He—
—the face that flashed through his mind was one he had clearly never seen before, yet somehow found extraordinarily familiar.
—What did he have to do with me?
At that moment, the tension and oppression in his heart reached their peak. Instead, Han Su felt a surge of self-mockery.
No way.
I'd already accepted that I was