Chapter 2154: Chapter 2149: Solitary Confinement (23)

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 fermented in Brother Tantou’s mind.

And to believe that one’s current actions are as vile as slapping someone 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 some extent that a person’s strong will is a useful element.

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 time, in other words, her level of cognitive entrapment 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 method, which is to directly kill them.

If the anchor point is gone, wouldn’t liberation follow immediately?

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 troublesome, and Brother Tantou before me has directly proven his resistance.

In summary, the simplest approach seems highly unlikely, and Fu Qian doesn’t expect to find some situational enchantment 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 meaningful within.

At that time, Zhen desperately longed to "guess wrong," hoping to return to her mundane job.

And I gave her that outcome—the moment 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 memories, I believe they all could nurture similar emotions.

However, as mentioned before, even at the consciousness level, the depth of his entrapment 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 moment of deprivation, you achieve a liberation akin to instant enlightenment—

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 gourmet 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 extreme.

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 extreme.

Of course, there’s more than one possible outcome.

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 flames, 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 some point, amid a strange sound, as if something 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 became clear.

It seems I’ve returned.

Within the imperceptible passage of time, 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 seemed 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 merely 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 time.

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 confirmed this fellow was still breathing and bore no wounds.

Only his breathing seemed 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 same.

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 method 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 mention—

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 some things through that flame, have tainted himself.

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