Ke Meng looked at the diary, which exuded an aura of terror, as though it contained profoundly arcane and utterly horrifying secrets.
But when he opened it, only one thought crossed his mind-That's it?
To be fair, he had already braced himself for something terrifying. After opening the book almost despite himself, finding that this was all it contained left him somewhat disappointed.
Still, too lazy to think, he no longer wanted to consider why he was doing this. He instinctively believed it was best to follow what the diary said, or face the consequences.
With that mindset, Ke Meng walked up to the first door nearest him on the stairs.
The door had dark blue metal edging, while its main body was silver. It was shut so tightly that he could not tell whether there was any light behind it.
Following the diary's instructions, Ke Meng placed his hand against the seam of the silver door. The urge to push arose instinctively, and he applied a little force.
Throughout this, his spiritual perception gave no response.
Ke Meng looked down at the diary again. It laid out detailed steps: if his spiritual perception gave no warning, he should increase the force slightly, but not push too hard.
Ke Meng followed the text and pushed a little harder.
During this time, strange ideas occasionally popped into his head.
He did not want to pay attention to this knowledge that suddenly appeared. Anything that required him to learn was something he neither wanted to know nor wanted to bother with.
Now, Ke Meng trusted only what was written in the diary. Its plan was extraordinarily detailed, down to every step. There was no need to think too much; he only had to mindlessly carry out what it said.
As for that