Time went back three minutes.
Bent over the sink, splashing cold water on his face, Qin Manjiang suddenly felt someone watching him. He stopped scooping up water and turned to look.
A boy of seventeen or eighteen, with dark skin and a canine tooth protruding past his lip, was crouching on the floor, watching him with his head tilted.
It was Dog.
Qin Manjiang looked at him. He still had no idea why Kong had sent Dog.
But if Dog had only set out when Kong said three minutes, wasn't he far too fast?
Had he been nearby to begin with?
Forget it... now wasn't the time to think about that.
Just then, Dog suddenly tossed him a mask!
Qin Manjiang hurriedly caught it.
It was a white mask, completely enclosed, with only narrow, upward-slanting openings carved out for the eyes.
Qin Manjiang glanced down at it. Could this thing... actually work?
If a mask could help, what had I come to Moon City for?
"This. [Hypocrisy]," Dog said, looking at the mask in Qin Manjiang's hands.
Hypocrisy?
Was that the mask's name?
"It's Snake's," Dog said earnestly, repeating what Kong had told him. "Snake is a companion. Has two masks. [Honesty], [Hypocrisy]."
"[Hypocrisy] can only be used in Ghost Stories. Blocks all emotions."
Qin Manjiang's eyes lit up. He was about to speak when Dog said, "Kong said you don't get to keep the mask."
"And it doesn't work in reality."
Did it really not work in the real world? Qin Manjiang was somewhat doubtful.
In fact, the [Eye Realm]'s definitions of reality and games were very vague.
Some games took place in the real world, while others instantly transported them to some isolated place.
Exactly where the boundary lay between games and reality was ambiguous. If it worked