"Which number am I?"
Lin Jun took the booklet and suddenly asked.
"What?"
Yu Zhong did not react for a moment.
"Before me, how many people did you give this thing to?"
Lin Jun weighed the object in his hand. It was heavy—extremely heavy.
Not merely in the physical sense. It seemed to carry something else, as though it was simply meant to be this heavy.
To be honest, Lin Jun was having trouble holding on now. He realized that the object's weight was not a fixed value; it was just heavy enough to make you feel its burden, yet not so heavy that you could not lift it.
Anyone could pick this thing up, but it would feel tremendously heavy in anyone's hands. It seemed more like a concept than an object.
Of course, Lin Jun showed no sign of strain. Instead, he put on an easygoing expression.
Ever since learning that Yu Zhong was an awareness formed from worlds based on humans, Lin Jun had been locked in a battle of wits with him, ensuring Yu Zhong could not see through him. Thus, no matter how strange the object in his hand was, Lin Jun showed nothing.
Thanks to Lin Jun never revealing even the slightest shred of sincerity before Yu Zhong from the very beginning, Yu Zhong had more or less been placated by him now.
At least on the surface. After all, it was an awareness based on humans, and using human methods to placate it proved quite effective.
"...Who told you?"
Yu Zhong's expression changed instantly, even though he did not actually possess such a thing as a facial expression.
"A feeling."
Yu Zhong gave Lin Jun a deep look. In his eyes, Lin Jun had no intention of telling him the truth. Sure enough,