Ryougi Shiki's anticipated question.
"It wasn't you—it was Merlin. Before I return, write a confession of no fewer than 1,000 words, repenting for what you did in the Seventh Singularity. Make it heartfelt; any format is acceptable except poetry."
Just before stepping through the black hole, Chen Li pointed at Merlin.
Chen Li truly had no idea what immoral things Merlin had done, but Merlin also had no idea which immoral things Chen Li knew about.
It was like when you, as a homeroom teacher, had evidence of one of your student's misdeeds. The best choice was not to immediately bring it out and criticize them. Instead, you brewed a cup of tea, sat down at your desk, put on a stern face, and asked, "Do you know what you did wrong?"
Then you could quietly watch the student perform.
There was a chance they would confess every mistake they had made in their life.
"What?!"
"If it's even one word short of 1,000, I'll whip you once."
"Why can't I write poetry? Damn it! I can't write anything else!"
"...If you write poetry, I won't understand it."
After Chen Li passed through the black hole and vanished from the spot, Algeal finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Chen Li is getting more and more underhanded."
In the past, Chen Li at least had to follow a process to find someone.
If the process was simple, he would bait them with a few words, then slap them with the Slap Gloves.
If the process was complicated, he had to wait for them to respond first, lure them into the trap, then slap them.
Now there was no need.
Now, two sentences were enough.
One sentence to confirm their identity, and one sentence to issue an order.
"Yeah. Terrifying."
Merlin