"Where did it go wrong?"
Qin Ran leaned against the desk and pondered carefully.
He was not surprised that something had gone wrong with the Modin Statue. In fact, after Hell's Sigh changed, he had become quite wary of the Modin Statue.
That was precisely why he had stopped devouring the power within it.
With the appearance of the Torturers from the Pope's era and those members of the Remnant Flame Council, Qin Ran had caught a glimpse of the truth behind history. Not only had his wariness toward the Modin Statue not diminished in the slightest, but it had also gained an extra layer of suspicion.
Anyone who could survive that chaotic era and create such a statue could not possibly have been weak.
Then...
What was that plea for help on the statue's base?
Was it a trap with ulterior motives?
Or a genuine cry for help?
Qin Ran had no idea.
He only knew that when he came into contact with the so-called "Dark Gold" power, the Modin Statue showed the faintest reaction—so slight that it would have been difficult to notice even from close by.
If his Perception had not approached Tier II and his Spirit had not truly reached Tier V, even he would have found it difficult to detect that trace of movement.
However, since he had noticed it, Qin Ran had naturally made preparations.
That was why he was not surprised to find himself in "Hell."
It was just that...
The identity of a psychiatrist and the consultation room before him had caught him somewhat off guard.
Sensing that the power within his body flowed without the slightest obstruction, that all his items were present, and that the system had issued no notification whatsoever, Qin Ran frowned deeply.
Then, he looked in astonishment