What was the problem? The psychology professor looked ready to listen.
"Why can the third game create a fake environment?" Xu Huo said slowly. "If the water Rubik's Cube isn't controlled by anyone, it shouldn't be so adaptable that it can immediately create everything connected to my past."
"Honestly, it's too realistic."
It really was like the past had been brought back to life.
"I even suspected that this device had actually traveled through time and spied on that period of my life. That would explain why this place felt so real."
"Of course, that's only one possibility."
"But if it can spy on the past, no matter how it does so, it should also be able to reach the past in which Xu Zhi died."
"Why not move the time forward a little? Is it afraid of causing a backlash?"
"Or is it trying to trap me in a stretch of time that's completely meaningless?"
As one question after another left his lips, the hospital began to collapse. The psychology professor's alarm and the patients' shouts outside slowly faded away, until only the floor tile beneath Xu Huo's feet remained.
The surroundings turned gray again, as if he were standing in a profoundly silent space. Every sound he could hear came from himself.
When Xu Huo stood up, the chair behind him vanished too.
Then three options appeared before him:
"In your view, which matters most: the past, the present, or the future? You may rank them."
Xu Huo put "the past" first, followed by "the present," then "the future."
After he made his choice, the words in front of him changed:
"As a failure of the time-reversal experience, we regret to inform you that you did not win the third game—and that you have lost the future."
Xu