Inside the Main Building of the Desire Restraint Center.
The Player locked in the little room stared blankly around at the holes in the walls, then ran to the door like a madman and pounded on the window. "What the hell do you mean by this? I really came here for treatment."
"Aren't I treating you right now?" Tang Feng's body was obscured by a faint mist. His magnetic voice asked in return, "What are you shouting for? Can't the holes in this room satisfy you?"
"...Are you sick in the head?" the Player roared in disbelief. "My mental health value is already 93! This could kill me! Treat me properly! Do you have any medical ethics?"
"Using drugs and Mystical Abilities to suppress your desires is pathological. It's abnormal," Tang Feng said with utter seriousness. "The only person who can overcome your desires is you. Good luck, my fellow patient."
With that, he turned and left.
Watching his mist-shrouded figure, the Player shouted, "Brother! From the way you talk, you don't sound like a Remnant Soul! Look, if you can treat me, I can give you Star Source! Please, I really can't hold back much longer!"
"I'm merely an insignificant Awakened. The only Awakened here." Naturally, Tang Feng couldn't reveal his real identity. He simply gave that deliberately cryptic reply, then walked away and disappeared.
Five minutes later.
The Player looked at the wall and stubbornly turned his head away. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible."
Ten minutes later.
This thing can really reduce desire? Is that even possible? What a colossal joke!
Twenty minutes later, the Player stood beside the wall. After slowly thrusting a couple of times, he burst into curses. "Humping a wall isn't pathological? It's a way to overcome yourself? Fuck you, you lunatic...!"
Late at night,