Martin's Spoiler

Seeing the two Martins arguing heatedly, Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, you're fine."

It seemed the crack in the Glass Jar had not harmed Martin.

As long as he still had the energy to argue, it was not a serious problem...

After several rounds of bickering, the two Martins finally turned their attention back to the Cube.

"It's time to send you back..."

"Your companion must be worried sick after noticing you vanished. I remember she was quite anxious last time."

"After you return, you should be heading to the next layer."

"How about we spoil it a little?" Martin turned to look at his brother.

The other "Martin" froze for a moment before nodding.

"We need to keep it brief. The more we say, the worse the backlash."

"Isn't that just speaking in riddles? You scolded me for speaking in riddles earlier, yet you're doing the same thing."

"Aren't I you? Isn't it normal for us to make the same choice?"

"That's true."

"..."

"A riddle needs to be short, concise, and easy to guess. It can't be like the stuff you said earlier—rambling on for ages with a pile of nonsense that nobody understands or remembers."

"Why are you picking on me again? You'd be the same if you did it. We share the same brain. If I can't think of anything, neither can you."

"I don't think you and I have the same brain. Your brain is covered in cracks."

"That's because I endured the backlash! You'd be the same!"

Seeing the two Martins about to argue until the world turned upside down again, Mo Ling could not take it anymore. He controlled the Cube to fly between them, separating the two.

Yet even with the Cube blocking them, they kept arguing.

"Then I