1075: The Bronze Labyrinth (End) 1075: The Bronze Labyrinth (End) The original smile on Lady Cecilia’s face slightly faded despite the question being seemingly meaningless.
“Just like your many realizations before, seeing through the truth once again, how does it make you feel?”
Playing with the bronze headband in his hand, Fu Qian was very certain that this was the core of the Illusion Realm.
With this object in hand, if he wished, a single thought could end the scene before him and send Lady Cecilia back to sleep.
“You’ll never admit it, will you?”
After a brief silence, Lady Cecilia’s voice was slightly low.
“Even if I admit it, does it really mean anything?”
Fu Qian laughed softly.
“How can you be sure this isn’t another layer of trickery? Designed to make you discover one day that I’m a mischief-lover, a villain pretending there’s someone behind the curtain, pushing you into an imaginary Abyss?”
“Your skepticism has kept you clinging to the ‘truth,’ but it also means that in this world, nothing can tell you that you are right.”
“It’s like a net that no matter how hard you try, cannot be torn apart.”
“…Are you trying to tell me that my actions are meaningless, and I might as well give up guessing and enjoy life?”
Fu Qian’s metaphor seemed quite touching, Lady Cecilia pursed her lips, her smile completely vanished, but when she spoke again, she still carried a stubborn unwillingness to give up.
“I have to say, you really are an excellent Interlocutor, but unfortunately I—”
“Why do you emphasize what I am? Are you not confident in your own self-awareness?”
Fu Qian interrupted her directly.
“What messages I bring as a medium is what’s most important.”
“Summing up, distinguishing, judging, and concluding—that is what you should be doing.”
“…I have to admit, you make some sense.”
Lady Cecilia appeared unable to refute what Fu Qian said.
“Good, with such a preamble, our following dialogue will be much easier.”
Fu Qian could be described as smiling broadly, very pleased with this development.
“I have a suggestion.”
“Faced with a net that can’t be torn however you try, a game doomed to failure, do you know what interesting thing can be done?”
“What?”
“Only you will know whether you still think you are ensnared by this net.”
Fu Qian pointed to his head.
“The true initial intention behind your actions will always be a secret uniquely your own, just like whether everything here is real or not, only ‘we’ know.”
…
Lady Cecilia’s breathing actually became heavy.
“I just learned a saying, if I stop thinking, even God can’t laugh.”
“Why not try leaving the guessing to the annoying character in your imagination?”
“Someday, even I won’t be able to confirm whether you still consider yourself a toy.”
“In that case, you’ll experience a kind of reversal where the audience is no longer omniscient.”
“Compared to that, isn’t it much more interesting than this ferocious charge to death? Even in the Colosseum, the best way for a beast to resist is certainly not by fighting every opponent with endless anger.”
“Alright, it’s late, you should go back to sleep.”
After a few words, Lady Cecilia did not speak, and Fu Qian decisively snapped his fingers.
“Thank you for your patronage.”
With his last words, the scene before him quietly faded away.
…
It seemed to turn into a normal helmet again.
Back in the living room, Fu Qian reached up and touched his head.
No longer resembling a meatball, it had returned to a normal human face helmet, and the obstruction to his senses had also disappeared.
Casually taking off the helmet and putting it aside, Fu Qian examined the bronze headband in his other hand.
This way of concealing things was indeed very secretive.
Now, after all the trouble to obtain it, what use was this object?
Could it really be promoting brain development?
In fact, in Fu Qian’s view, the appearance of the Gigantic Brain might have been due to its owner putting on this object.
The next moment, Fu Qian casually put on the headband.
Taking risks is part of conducting scientific research.