The driver hesitated as he drove, then asked:
"Could you wait a little?"
"Of course not. I'm a member of the Zion Progressives, a doctor who returned from studying at the Lighthouse, and I really need to fart. If shit comes out when I fart on this bus, my life will be over. That's a humiliation I couldn't face. With my lifelong reputation as Xu Le on the line, this bus... must stop."
The driver's mouth twitched at this vivid speech. The others beside him remained expressionless, however, leaving Xu Le somewhat disappointed. Only one person was watching his painstaking performance. What a buzzkill.
With a honk, the bus slowly stopped.
Yet this made Xu Le hesitate briefly. He hadn't expected the bus to actually stop. This wasn't what he had anticipated!
Without wasting time, Xu Le pushed the door open and got off.
But the instant he did, the air around him gradually thickened.
The scene before Xu Le blurred. At that very moment, his movement of getting off the bus became one of boarding it, completely reversed.
Confused by his surroundings, he stopped.
"Hurry up! The Black Tide is coming tonight. I need to get home!"
An older woman behind him shoved him. She was strong, and the sight of her thick arms and aggressive bearing left Xu Le briefly dazed.
"This lady feels so real. Am I out of the illusion?"
Illusions naturally came in different grades, from ordinary people's stage magic to tricks incorporating basic supernatural power, then to warlocks' illusions. Each grade was different.
The illusion on the eighth floor had been crudely constructed, with plenty of flaws. A little serious analysis would have been enough to identify it.
And it had been easy for Xu Le to break: summoning ten living corpses had automatically