At the very height of Painter No. 3's mental collapse and confusion, he had drawn Liangzi's outline with chaotic, jumbled lines?!
What...?
How was that possible!
Was I hallucinating?
Lin Yi could not believe it. No matter how he thought about it, it seemed utterly absurd. After all, Painter No. 3 had created The Crime of Faceless in the year X000, when both he and Wei Liang had only just been born!
Lin Yi stared blankly at the page that had become completely white, his gaze slowly losing focus as he thought.
He slowly closed the book and silently returned it to the shelf. Then he glanced at his wristwatch. It was 18:12, and the Dormitory's elevator opened at 21:00... With nothing else to do for the next hour or so, he had relatively ample time. Rather than continuing to browse, he stood right there, propping up his chin as he pondered.
Although he could indeed split his attention between two or even three things, thinking while distracted also lowered his guard, making it easy for all sorts of unpredictable accidents to send him falling through Layers.
No joke-even when Lin Yi was fully focused, he could fall through Layers at some unknown moment, or his consciousness could leave his body and begin Dreambuilding without him noticing, let alone when he was distracted by his thoughts.
At times like these, if something went wrong, he really would not even know how he had died.
Compared to when he had first arrived at the school and fell through Layers whenever he thought, however, he was already much stronger.
He therefore rested a hand lightly against the bookshelf to establish a rudimentary Spatial Anchor before beginning to think about the question.
The first thing to establish was whether that fleeting image had