Daochen patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you for your concern. Although I know you're fake, honestly, seeing you again makes me realize how much I've missed you."
"It looks like I won't be leaving this place anytime soon."
His boss looked at Daochen in confusion. "Surely it hasn't come to that? You only had to work overtime once, and now you want to quit? Don't do this. The company needs you, and its prospects are looking very good. I think highly of you, too. I was planning to promote you to product director someday."
Daochen ignored him and looked around instead. "My will is already utterly steadfast. No matter how real this place is, no matter how convincing you make it, none of it will have any effect on me."
"Although I don't know who you are or how you managed to drag me here, I just want to tell you all that everything here is very real, and you've recreated my experiences perfectly. But what is false will always be false. I will never believe it."
Just then, he suddenly saw a medical cart passing nearby.
He rushed over and grabbed a knife, then charged at his boss.
There was no telling how much time had passed.
The entire hospital was awash in blood.
"You lunatic! What are you doing? Please, spare me!"
"Call the police! Dial 110!"
"This man has gone mad! He must be mentally ill. Why else would he do something like this?"
Demon Emperor Daochen watched in bewilderment as handcuffs were fastened around his wrists. Their icy chill told him that all of this seemed real.
Yet Demon Emperor Daochen remained steadfast. This place was definitely fake.
Although everything looked real.
It was merely a depiction conjured by his own subconscious.
Because his subconscious