His mind felt like it was filled with mud, and darkness intermittently blinded his sight. How could anyone accept that everything he experienced on his journey was fake?
The people he met, the injuries he suffered, the blood and tears he shed, were they all fake?
"Shen Mo, think carefully. So many teammates, why is it that only you survived?" The demoness sighed, "Think about it, how coincidental it was to receive a call from Wang Jingxian during a mission? She has always been indifferent towards her daughter, so why would she ask you to pick someone up? And think again, why do you always manage to escape death?"
Shen Mo stood rigidly, his expression stunned, silent.
"Is it because you are exceptionally intelligent? Or because you are uniquely gifted and unparalleled?... Neither." The demoness spoke in a very light and slow tone, "It's always a coincidence that you guess right, solve those cunning riddles, because it's all your imagination..."
