"They said you once came incredibly close to the 'boundary' of this world. Is that true?"
The Medusa Mask had stirred the middle-aged man's curiosity and courage. Even when facing a notorious villain like Psycho-Pirate, he could still take the initiative and question him.
"I was always stripped away from this world, almost every time. So the boundary doesn't really give me any concrete feeling. But it sounds like you'd heard of me before?"
"Yes. I know you're the second generation. You used to be an insignificant robber in New York, Roger Hayden. You found this mask, and it transformed you."
The middle-aged man paused slightly, then suddenly slapped his thigh as if he had remembered something.
"You know, once I get powers, we can be partners. You know what I mean. I've got plenty of good plans that can make us both a fortune."
Psycho-Pirate had no interest in money. That was not what concerned him now. Having once seen that man with a burning head who called himself the Omniverse Record Keeper, Roger had fallen into deep confusion.
So he merely smiled and spoke softly.
"We'll see. Now, the second question. You already know what we can 'know.' Among the things we know, what is 'real'?"
That question had some depth to it. The middle-aged man thought for a moment, folding his arms and leaning against the back of the folding chair as he tilted his head toward the lamp.
The bulb gave off light and heat. Even through the mask, he seemed able to see the electricity passing through the filament.
"Only emotions are real. Everything else in life could be false. The entire world we're in could be an illusion or a hallucination. Maybe every one of us lives in a cultivation tank just like the