After an unknown length of time, a Mechanical Arm slowly extended a sheet of paper toward Ji Ting.
He raised his head and found Pork Knuckle floating in front of him, looking at him with worry written all over his face.
"Master, should I not have told Second Master that you were short of money?"
Ji Ting wanted to say it wasn't his fault, but he had cried for so long that his throat felt constricted, and no sound came out.
Pork Knuckle lowered his head in guilt and whispered, "I just saw you standing in front of the Tokamak, saying you couldn't do it anymore, and I wanted to help you... I'm sorry..."
Ji Ting's eyes reddened again, his sorrow beyond measure.
Yes, he couldn't do it anymore.
He could no longer return to that world on sheer, solitary courage, nor could he take Ji Yanzhi with him. Jumping between spatial dimensions was too dangerous, and he refused to expose him to even the slightest risk.
He had even found a justification for himself: he had used his life to eliminate the only wrong answer. His colleagues at the base only needed to step over his ashes to complete the final research.
The moment he had developed a selfish desire, his mission had ended.
Ji Ear needed the Tasmanian Devil, and the Tasmanian Devil needed Ji Ear.
Ji Ting thought that, just once, he had to live for himself.
He had intended to collect himself here before asking Ji Yanzhi, If I only tell you now that I like you too, will I have kept you waiting too long?
But now Ji Ting thought it hadn't been too long, nor was it too late, because he was no longer Ji Ear.
He was the monster Ji Yanzhi had said