Shen Feng sensed something as well. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the metal wall not far away.
His eyesight had been enhanced, and he immediately spotted the black shadow struggling to break free from the metal wall.
It was a person!
Yet the figure was hidden in shadow, impossible to see clearly, as if it truly were nothing more than a patch of darkness—like a shadow that had come to life.
Shen Feng's heart jolted when he saw it, and he thought in confusion, What the hell is that!? Detective Conan?
But he had already tightened his grip on the assault rifle in his hands and aimed it at the shadow.
Wu Ta and the others, still meditating with their eyes closed, sensed nothing unusual. They continued following Shen Feng's instructions, imagining the Antichrist and Savior of this world.
Reverent joy appeared on the faces of Wu Ta, Bill, and the other sailors. Clearly, the Savior in their minds was a hero of great and noble character.
Edi and the other Purifiers, meanwhile, wore expressions of fear and terror. Clearly, the Antichrist in their minds was merely a monster, a blasphemer.
By normal logic, these two utterly conflicting thoughts could never truly create a Shen Feng. After all, they did not understand Shen Feng at all; they only knew scattered fragments from legends.
Yet Shen Feng did not dare take it lightly. He truly wanted to give it a try.
What if they actually succeeded?
If so, his mission in Water World would become much easier. At the very least, he would have this world's version of himself as a guide, avoiding the slow progress caused by being unfamiliar with the place.
But under these people's meditation... would a completely twisted existence appear instead?
A bad outcome?