"This room isn't just made of Cubes in the walls, floor, table, and chandelier... Everything else is too, right? Including the food she eats, the water she drinks—everything."
Mo Ling looked at Martin and asked in earnest.
Martin said nothing. He only nodded.
"Why do this?"
"To give her potential."
"You started back then?"
"Before she was born. She was chosen. Only she could do it."
Martin's answer left Mo Ling more bewildered than ever.
"Why does it have to be her?"
"Some things aren't a matter of choice. The chosen person is the chosen person, just as your uniqueness belongs to you alone. Fate decided long ago..."
As he spoke, Martin walked over and patted Mo Ling on the shoulder.
"Isn't that enough to know? She's doing well. Trust me."
"No." Mo Ling shook his head. "I need to know everything... Who designed this room? Was it Li Luo's... father?"
Mo Ling suddenly remembered the figure in Li Luo's memories, the person she had always wanted to find.
"He was just a pawn," Martin said with a helpless shake of his head.
Just a pawn?
Then who was the player behind it all?
Someone had arranged Li Luo's childhood. Perhaps even her journey into the Abyss had been calculated, including her meeting with him...
The mere thought made Mo Ling's skin crawl.
Martin kept avoiding his questions, as though he dared not even brush against that player's sleeve.
"Are you worried I'll offend that player?" Mo Ling asked seriously.
"Offend them? No. You couldn't. I'm protecting you... Keeping things as they are is the best outcome. You won't be harmed."
"I don't need protection. I just want the truth."
Mo Ling made his wishes clear once more.
He had expected Martin to keep dodging the question, but to his