The truck compartment was dark and swaying, thick with a stench of corpses like a morgue slab in a crematorium.
Huddling in a corner out of habit, An Ke adjusted her ponytail and spoke first:
"Ye Lin, did you lose control earlier? I noticed you seemed..."
Looking at Ye Lin's thin lips, An Ke felt a little nervous.
Perhaps He Zheng and the others hadn't realized what Ye Lin's rampage meant, but she couldn't help thinking more deeply about it.
The Observer's third-person perspective could disregard emotions and forcibly control the body. Yet Ye Lin had clearly been off at the time, as though he had deliberately chosen to lose control.
She didn't understand why Ye Lin would do that-or rather, why he would... eat people.
"The side effects are worse than I imagined. If I don't let them out, the pent-up brutality will gradually assimilate me."
As Ye Lin offered that brief explanation, something unusual flickered in his eyes.
He hadn't lied to An Ke. The Tyrant Gene's assimilating effect was severe. He could feel it: even outside combat, he had to suppress the urge to kill through his thoughts.
If this went on, his personality would soon dissociate. After all, the Observer's state of mind wasn't his own, either.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know this would happen. All I knew was..."
"It's fine. The effect is powerful, and it isn't necessarily all bad. Without this exchange, I might have died back there."
Ye Lin nodded, then changed the subject:
"An Ke, are you sure a survival exam can involve a meme, especially in the second round?"
When he finished, An Ke's heart suddenly jolted at the sight of his unwavering stare.
"You think I increased the difficulty?"
She took a deep breath.
"Ye Lin, believe me. I couldn't