To collect sample data, Ke Meng ran over a hundred tests in succession.
Director Lei left partway through. As the testing director, he still had plenty of important, high-level tests awaiting his approval. Seeing that Ke Meng was determined to keep at it, he stopped watching the repetitive tests.
Repetitive testing was the most boring part of the process, but Ke Meng did not feel sleepy at all.
Uncovering his own secrets was necessary work, too.
Ke Meng wondered whether this had something to do with Cthulhu.
To make the effect more pronounced, Ke Meng first refrained from using the Resistance Force to fend off the temptation. Instead, he chose to rely on his own rationality, enduring those chaotic thoughts and holding on to himself amid the confusion.
When he put down the pencil, his head thundered with all those chaotic things.
Ke Meng held fast to his sense of self. He had seen plenty of these things before.
In his dreams, Ke Meng could ignore them without being affected in the slightest.
But in reality, his body struggled to endure them.
Ke Meng knew perfectly well why the difference was so great, but since the situation was not fatal, he could seize the opportunity to train his rationality.
Ke Meng treated the pencil as a tool for training his rationality, wandering through a world of madness again and again. Whenever he could no longer bear it, he summoned the Resistance Force.
Over and over, without tiring of it.
To the others, Ke Meng was a veteran master of torment, torturing himself again and again.
They found it horrifying to watch, but Ke Meng persisted.
The testers stayed in the room, feeling uncomfortable all over.
That was because Ke Meng's state was so strange, impossible to describe or put into