I know you’re in a hurry, but I hope you’re even more anxious.
What’s that word again, control to the brink?
Desire, fear, pain, madness—I can fully imagine to what extent these things have fernted in Brother Tantou’s mind.
And to believe that one’s current actions are as vile as slapping soone awake from an erotic dream.
The source of desire is gone.
I wonder if this disparity could possibly make Brother Tantou truly loathe everything around him.
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What kind of behavior can help one leave the Inner World?
So far, there’s only one experience, and that was Zhen, the waitress at the breakfast shop.
And one can summarize to so extent that a person’s strong will is a useful elent.
But for it to truly serve as guidance for action, this summary is far from sufficient.
Zhen was not even aware of the anomaly in her situation at that ti, in other words, her level of cognitive entrapnt was much lighter than others.
And in Brother Tantou’s current state, one can’t just flip a coin and make him guess again.
Fortunately, Fu Qian never intended to rely on such seemingly unrepeatable experiences.
So in this ever-descending road of no return, the essence of such a situation is the very problem that has always been pondered.
Assuming the previous idea holds, that these people are capable of falling into the Inner World because there’s still a living self inside that serves as an anchor point.
Then theoretically, ending this process is nothing more than severing their connection to this anchor point.
One could easily think of a simple, blunt thod, which is to directly kill them.
If the anchor point is gone, wouldn’t liberation follow imdiately?
But on the one hand, it’s uncertain whether doing so would benefit oneself nearby, or if only the person involved would receive salvation.
On the other hand, the most straightforward difficulty presents itself—can’t kill.
Zhen’s state was already very troubleso, and Brother Tantou before has directly proven his resistance.
In summary, the simplest approach seems highly unlikely, and Fu Qian doesn’t expect to find so situational enchantnt around here.
So if not handled that way, what can be done?
The core lies in cutting off the connection to the anchor point, and Zhen has already provided a demonstration: self-will is aningful within.
At that ti, Zhen desperately longed to "guess wrong," hoping to return to her mundane job.
And I gave her that outco—the mont the coin flip was revealed, guiding her to maximally believe she’s in the "Surface World," thus drawing a clear line from her Inner World self.
In Fu Qian’s view, this is a relatively essential explanation for the situation back then.
And applying it to now, how could one make Brother Tantou yearn for the Surface World?
Whether it’s personal mutations, oppression by villains, or horrific mories, I believe they all could nurture similar emotions.
However, as ntioned before, even at the consciousness level, the depth of his entrapnt surpasses Zhen’s by far, making self-deception far from easy.
Let alone there’s still a desire for the "aroma" as a tether.
But that’s okay, desire has always been a double-edged sword.
Worldly desires can be inescapable, but once you cut the root of trouble with one stroke, often at that mont of deprivation, you achieve a liberation akin to instant enlightennt—
And the two things I just did were entirely to increase this gap.
The shot to the head, one could say, was a massive risk to continue pressuring, letting the person in question, under the failure to achieve, have their craving for gourt skyrocket.
And then "directly" destroying the food was, even more so, in front of the cowardly person, witnessing the severing of bonds in a circumstance where everything is tense to the extre.
The ultimate result is creating the highest psychological disparity possible under the current conditions, attempting as a fuse to guide Brother Tantou’s aversion to the current anchor to the extre.
Of course, there’s more than one possible outco.
This is truly playing with fire beside a powder keg, with a non-negligible chance of accumulated grievances exploding, blowing oneself to pieces.
"Yiven’s far more talented than you."
No problem, another spark can be added.
In the piercing howl, Fu Qian neither dodged nor fired again but instead reached into the brain, extracting a piece of that special structure.
Simultaneously, not only was he oblivious to the burning caused by the flas, but he also offered a forbidden critique for an arts professional.
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Both pushing the stimulation to the limit and successfully drawing out another character to share the firepower.
The legendary art of suppression isn’t that simple.
Zi-la——
At so point, amid a strange sound, as if sothing burst open, a sky full of rotten blood sprayed down.
Unfortunately, it still couldn’t extinguish the fire in Fu Qian’s hand, and he still didn’t dodge.
What’s this?
A strangely familiar transformation occurred, the surroundings rapidly brightened, highlighting the fire in his hand quickly dimming.
However, there was no pain; on the contrary, along with the scene before his eyes, it quickly beca clear.
It seems I’ve returned.
Within the imperceptible passage of ti, Fu Qian had already seen the scene before him clearly.
The familiar courtyard, the chaotic signs, more than one parked car.
And the one he drove was right beside him, the car door still open.
All these seed to be past experiences, but compared to that, the scene was far livelier.
At a glance, he could see more than one active figure.
Mr. Huck Sr. wasn’t wrong; this place indeed is one of the rare lively spots in this town.
I rely happened to enter the Dark Side before, shouldn’t have been biased.
The only pity is the lack of Brother Tantou’s warm greeting this ti.
It’s not that he wasn’t hanging there like a gecko, just from a distance, his head drooped, as if he fell asleep—indeed, he was asleep.
Walking quietly over, Fu Qian quickly confird this fellow was still breathing and bore no wounds.
Only his breathing seed a bit rapid, as if he wasn’t resting well.
Indeed, no matter what severe physical trauma the Inner World encounters, it won’t reflect on the body?
Even seeing it so bustling around, the anchor directly dying should be the sa.
It might even be a good thing, sparing them from further fright—but that’s for them.
Even just now, Fu Qian completely intended not to try using such a thod to escape, seeing as he figures the result would highly likely be a direct restart.
Different people have different constitutions, and his still-aching lungs are just one example, not to ntion—
Fu Qian didn’t rouse Brother Tantou for reminiscing, gazing down at the two fingers once risking fire for chestnuts.
No trace of burns, but instead, the front two sections all bore a vibrant green hue, as if stuffed with rich, green cotton inside.
Crafting an aura has its cost, seemingly so things through that fla, have tainted himself.
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