Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

The glasses Mike was wearing couldn't detect the emotions of the phantom on the other side, meaning that the other side wasn't a real being.

Just like the Rose Lady they targeted on the outer ring road, it's just a memory from the past.

However, finding the real problem is not an easy task.

The other person was completely absorbed in his memories; everything here served as a camouflage for him.

As if to make everything more realistic, when Mike reached into his pocket, he actually found a few old Lungmen dollars.

The old Lungmen coin is completely different from the new-era azure blue banknote. The denominations are small and the purchasing power is limited. A considerable number of people also use Ursus rubles, since this mobile city currently belongs to the Northern Empire.

"A piece of bread, please."

Mike bought a large loaf of bread. When the shopkeeper placed a two-kilogram loaf in his hand, even though his glasses showed that he was holding a ball of air, he could still feel the weight of the bread in his hands.

With frequent contact with the illusion, even Mike is deeply affected and comes to believe that the air bread actually exists.

"Sorry, please give way."

Just as Mike was about to leave, a girl with freckles on her face and radiating youthful energy ran out of the bakery, carrying a large package that seemed completely disproportionate to her slender figure, and hurriedly ran away.

In a way, could this be considered a form of food delivery?

Looking at the girl's ill-fitting oversized shoes, which occasionally splashed mud onto the ground, Mike took a bite of bread.

It's a bit hard, very dry, and has a slightly sour taste.

Passersby on the street were looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Is this how you eat rye bread?

"I was eating air and it actually felt real."

Mike looked down at his hands, and even he felt a little unreal.

In other words, he further integrated himself into the other party's illusory memories.

Just as Mike was about to leave, a group of military police in gray uniforms ran up from the other side of the street. Pedestrians retreated upon seeing them, lowering their heads and not daring to move or speak, for fear of accidentally provoking them and suffering undeserved trouble.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen fully armed military police surrounded Mike menacingly, some even pointing weapons at him, as if they were ready to execute him on the spot if they disagreed.

"You! The authorities now suspect you of being a spy for Yan! Please come with us for investigation!"

Mike: ?

Is this...

Military police officers grabbed his arms on either side, handcuffed him, and dragged him into a pack animal cart.

Mostima and Fiameta, who were not far away, were drawn to the scene. They stood on both sides of the street like passersby, not daring to speak loudly.

Only after the military police's pack animals left did the residents cautiously resume their movements. Li Boli then asked in a low voice, "What just happened?"

"how could I know."

The fallen angel pondered for a moment, brushing his short hair behind his ear with his fingers, as if he understood something: "I heard that the Ursus Empire had a very terrible period of purges. If the military police suspected someone, they would just arrest and interrogate them, and could even execute the criminals without any review or judgment."

Li Boli exclaimed, "This is terrifying!!"

"I don't know. I already said it's just hearsay. If you want to know what happened, I suggest you find a few Ursus people to get information and then compare their answers..."

Fiameta quickly interrupted her companion's description: "Isn't it even more terrifying to say it like that!"

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously. We can't draw conclusions about the situation in Ursus so easily. After all, we're not involved. The Pope has repeatedly taught us to be realistic and never believe rumors without any evidence."

"So that resident was arrested?"

"Ah."

The fallen angel was silent for a few seconds, then murmured in a voice even his companions couldn't hear, "I think I know the person who was taken away. Strange."

……

Unsurprisingly, Mike was arrested and taken to the local military police station. The expressionless and taciturn military police roughly shoved him into an underground cell.

Just as I remembered, the underground prison was cold, damp, and in terrible condition. Reptiles often crawled by, which made me shudder and tremble with fear.

The man waved his right hand, blowing away the haphazardly spread hay to reveal a dusty wooden bed frame.

It seems the owner of these memories has been through a lot, even spending time in prison.

What truly broke Mike's spirits was the realization that this was already his third time in jail in a short period of time.

There couldn't be anything worse than this.

"Mike?"

A clear, cold voice called out.

Mike's eyes widened; the voice came from next door.

What's Kal'tsit doing here?

This was his first thought.

But her second thought became, "Kal'tsit actually came in before him?!"

We spent time together behind bars, and when you think about it, it's kind of romantic.

"Don't move, listen to me."

Kal'tsit's tone was flat, as if she were talking about something completely ordinary.

"When I entered the illusion, I was met with a fierce backlash from the source of the distortion. This is his territory, and I don't belong to his memories, so I was sealed here. The military police wandering the streets are his self-defense mechanism, and they generally won't be activated on their own..."

Mike calmly replied, "I ate a piece of rye bread, which is not a Ursus habit. That's probably why the abnormality was detected. What about you?"

Kal'tsit was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "I summoned M3."

The M3 monster just doesn't look right, does it?

Mike reached out and grabbed the iron bars of the cell, scoffing, "I could break down this cell right now. This place can't hold me."

"Doing this will only exacerbate the distortion, causing this memory to begin to crumble, and even the land in reality will become completely annihilated as a result."

Kal'tsit continued to persuade him, "Why not use smuggling, change into an identity that the other party won't easily notice, find him, and deliver a fatal blow?"

Mike shook his head: "Too slow, use my method."

Without a word, the man ripped a dark gash in front of him with his right arm, and stepped into it. When he took his second step, he arrived at Kal'tsit's cell.

"You've awakened to this extent?"

"I'm the one who's about to... Holy crap?!"

Just as Mike was about to deliver his classic line, he turned around and was stunned by what he saw.

Kal'tsit was dressed in old Ursus-style clothes, her hands, feet, and waist were chained, and she could only sit awkwardly on the ground, her lynx-like eyes staring at him with a deep, unsettling gaze.

"Can't you summon M3?"

The lynx shook its head.

5. An, it was my fault.

"I can't sense it; my perception is distorted."

"do not move."

Mike swung his hand chop, and the chains snapped with a series of clanging sounds.

The woman raised her head and looked down at the man who was looking down at her. Their eyes met, and even in the quiet and desolate prison cell, a burning heat could be felt.

The glasses are not responding.

Kal'tsit felt no negative emotions.

However, Mike couldn't stand her gaze.

"You think I won't save you?"

"I thought you would retaliate against me."

Mike laughed and said, "What am I going to do to get revenge on you? Get revenge for stopping me from confessing my feelings to the operators? Get revenge for trying to make me leave Rhodes Island? Kal'tsit, you're wrong. This land, no, this world, is vast. I can go wherever I want. I should thank you. You've freed me."

"What did I unleash? A devil, a free spirit? Do I need to regret it?"

Kal'tsit stood up, dusted herself off, and looked at Mike again with a complicated expression.

"We can deal with regrets later, Doctor. Can you still summon M3?"

"No, the demon has distorted my perception; I cannot sense its presence."

Mike guessed that Kal'tsit had already tried before he arrived, but to no avail; she was trapped here and unable to escape.

So, is this kind of encounter fate?

"Hold my hand tight, I'll take you away from this place."

Kal'tsit hesitated for two seconds before choosing to believe her, but to be on the safe side, she used another method.

The lynx hugged Mike's waist, its black-edged, furry, pointed ears rubbing against his cheek, and whispered, "Hurry up!"

Mike's body visibly stiffened. He struggled to swing his arms, tearing the cross-shaped gap again, and quickly escaped the prison.

About five seconds later, the two of them fell down together on the muddy ground outside the Longmen Ring Road.

"Your teleportation accuracy is so poor, has your perception also been distorted by evil spirits?"

"If everyone in this world is devoured by evil, I will be fine too. The void devours extraordinary rationality, and the only result is mutual annihilation."

Mike shoved Kal'tsit off him; the woman was too heavy and was slowing him down.

Kal'tsit completely ignored him, stood up on her own, and M3 automatically appeared behind her, acting like a sycophant, fawning over her.

“We’ve left the influence of the source of the distortion, further than where we entered before, and its void domain is expanding.”

After examining it carefully, Mike agreed, "Our judgment is correct. As the void deepens, the source's remaining personality won't last long. I'm more worried about that inner guard. If he completely erupts in the outer ring, it will cause considerable trouble for Lungmen, no less than the distortion of the source."

"Want to try again?"

The man nodded: "Be careful. I'll go directly to the target. You keep an eye on the guard. If he can't accomplish anything, control him, or at least prevent him from ruining things."

"it is good."

Mike raised his digital watch, first dragging the cursor to the bottom, and instantly transformed into a demon covered in armor. He clenched his fists together, pulled a long sword emitting a pale blue flame from nothingness, and quickly slashed a cross-shaped slit in front of him.