Guo Zilei discovered in terror that he had truly been trapped in a place beyond comprehension. The four walls were utterly dark, and he could sense nothing at all. Only a wisp of white light existed at the very center of this space.
And a stack of books.
Guo Zilei let out an earth-shaking sob. "Master! Let me out! Ahhh! Let me out!"
A screen of light appeared before him.
[To leave, solve the following twenty questions, or create a door yourself.] [Hint: All the answers are in the books I gave you.]
"Ahhh!" He clutched at his hair and screamed, "Why did I take a master?! Why?!"
He had thought he had encountered some venerable senior who tested one's character, someone who would take him in as a disciple so long as his temperament suited him—who knew whether his easygoing, seize-the-day nature might be particularly suited to certain cultivation methods?
It should have been like that—since this cheap master of his had taken a liking to him, his personality should not have been a problem...
But...
But...
Why had it turned out like this?!
In the end, he could only inch his way toward that stack of books.
Wang Qi had no idea what would happen to the fellow next. This was merely an idle move on the chessboard.
He merely wanted to find out what effect his programming methods would have when taught to people in this environment, nothing more.
It was as though he had written a dungeon himself, then sent this disciple into it. The dungeon's exit had been set beside him.
That way, the moment that lucky brat emerged, he would know the result.
At their root, there was actually no space or distance between all "data bodies"—that was, "player consciousnesses." This world