Xiao Xiao's final one percent possibility was a thoroughly depressing answer.
Depressing enough to make words like life, dreams, struggle, and goals suddenly seem meaningless; reality had been smeared into a dazzling, multicolored black, and chaos had become the world's underlying theme.
Chaos.
Thinking of that word, Zheng Qing instinctively thought of its opposite: order.
For no reason, a sense of resolve rose within him.
"Whether it's one percent or ninety-nine percent, they're all just calculated results."
The captain of the You Zui Hunting Team let out a soft breath, glanced around, and spoke solemnly. "By fate, anything is possible in the world of magic. We don't need to care what happens to him later. Right now, we just need to pry something out of his mouth... even if it's only a little. Doctor, is there any way to disrupt the fog in his mind?"
Xiao Xiao thought very seriously for a moment.
"I've been thinking about that for a while."
He took out his quill pen and began scribbling on the floor, writing a long string of dizzying deduction spells. "...As I mentioned before, truly sealing off one's consciousness requires extraordinarily advanced magical skill. If shortcuts were taken during the process, and someone else helped construct the fog in the target's mind, then a powerful external medium would be needed to continuously reinforce the suggestion for the magic to remain effective... That medium could be a person, a bottle of wine, or even a piece of white linen."
The five hunters all looked up at the flock of White Crows hanging beneath the ceiling in a net.
"Shu Zai Sou, Fiery Manifestation!"
Without another word, Dylan cast a Fire Spell. Blazing flames emerged from the void, turning into winding tongues of fire that slipped nimbly through the gaps in