Martin had been in a daze for a long time. He did not like talking, and he moved like a walking corpse. Lu Youqi had thought he was sick, but Martin said he could not get sick; he was just thinking about something.
Lu Youqi asked what it was, but Martin would not say. He merely remained in that strange state.
A long time passed like this, and the Fire Seed Project reached its final stage. The flame was ready to be cast into the Abyss.
One day, Martin suddenly went to Old Quan and said he wanted to speak with him alone. Old Quan agreed and took him to the garden outside.
"Is something the matter?" Old Quan asked curiously.
"Yes, Old Quan. I have a question for you."
"Go ahead."
"Did you alter our perceptions?"
Martin's words were shocking. Old Quan froze instantly. He secretly tried to touch the ring on his index finger, which had a button capable of sending out a distress signal.
But when he tried to press it, he found that he could no longer move.
His expression twisted slightly, as though he were restraining something. Before long, he forced out a single word with difficulty. "Yes."
"So that's how it is." Martin nodded.
During this time, Martin's "brothers" had constantly been reporting errors to him. At first, he had not known what was happening. He only felt that things were developing slightly wrong, so he began reviewing his brothers' experiences.
Though they were in different layers of the Dream Realm, their experiences were identical.
Therefore, Martin could examine his own experiences during this period from a third-person perspective.
The reason he had been so dazed lately was that he had been "reading" the experiences of himself in other dream layers, searching for anything