The Cuckoo Has Arrived

Thinking about Torment's words, Gu Mian thought of Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao was the "Lucky" in the Seventh World, modeled after her.

Their voices were exactly the same, though Lucky sounded much smarter than Xiao Qiao. After all, it was hard to find anyone more foolish than Xiao Qiao.

Speaking of which...

Gu Mian remembered seeing the Jindache Room representing the Seventh World collapse during the Fierce Ghost Exhibition.

The last time something happened to the Seventh World, Xiao Qiao had promptly fallen asleep. He wondered how she was doing this time.

He couldn't summon the game panel, so he had no way to use the Ten-Person Group Chat to learn what was happening outside. He didn't even know how much time had passed out there.

If a year or two had passed outside by now, Fatty had probably starved to death.

He had to get out soon. Thinking this, Gu Mian turned to look toward the door again. The outside was still flickering, but the settlement panel had yet to appear.

This time, everyone had become slaves, so the rate of evolution had slowed down considerably.

Gu Mian turned back to Torment and continued, "You two are the highest-ranking people in Paradise World, right? So who sent the Guardians to the real world?"

Torment didn't hide a thing. "I don't know that person's exact name, and he doesn't hold any specific position. But since you people on Earth think of our low-dimensional world as a 'game,' he's probably something like the game's head designer."

"He might have a physical form, or he might not. When he wants to talk to someone, his voice simply appears in that person's mind. We're practically people made of data, and he can directly insert whatever data he wants into us.

"He knows everything