The place specially prepared by the government is, of course, managed much more strictly than the place borrowed by Doctor Zhang. Since entering, Xu Huo has been subjected to two rounds of questioning every morning and afternoon. Although he doesn’t have to take medication, the 360-degree surveillance and the constant monitoring by special personnel infiltrate every day of his life. Moreover, they are not allowed to talk to each other. Under such an atmosphere, as time goes on, people who go in will inevitably develop some issues.

On the third day of Xu Huo’s stay, someone suddenly went crazy while taking a walk outside. He did not attack others but instead violently slammed into the wall, pounding his head repeatedly, shouting, "Everything I said is a lie! I’m not an alien! I don’t know any secrets about wormholes! It’s all fake! Let me out! Let me out!"

Special personnel quickly took him away, but those who saw the scene were somewhat frightened. Some were even accustomed to it, and there were even people who immediately sneered, "Going in here and still wanting to get out, you unstable elements would harm society outside; dying here is a relief!"

Xu Huo turned to look at him, "Then why are you in here?"

The other person replied with a bit of pride, "I traveled back from the Cultivation World, but unfortunately, the spiritual energy here is too weak to facilitate quick cultivation. I have already compiled my cultivation method and insights into a book and handed it over to the government. Very soon, someone will come to take me out."

"And how long have you been waiting here?" Xu Huo asked.

"Half a year." The person had no sense of being forgotten at all, "With such sparse spiritual energy, verifying my cultivation method takes time."

Xu Huo appeared to be quite interested, "I haven’t seen a cultivator before. Do you have any special skills?"

"Didn’t I say? The spiritual energy here is sparse, not suitable for cultivation. I am like a skilled woman without rice to cook, but I have recently begun to feel a bit of a breakthrough." The other person said, "I feel that the shackles trapping our world are about to disappear, and very soon, cultivators will emerge in large numbers. By then, not just the country, but the structure of the entire world will change!"

Xu Huo clapped his hands.

"Why are you in here?" The other person asked, somewhat graciously.

Xu Huo explained the game and evolution again to him. The other person paused in silence before saying, "There’s a loophole in your story."

"What loophole?"

"Since the evolution time varies greatly between different wormhole points, all subsequent divisions within the wormhole points should be the sheepfold of the earlier wormhole points, right? How could super players appear in later wormhole points? If it were up to me, I’d kill a batch of advanced players as soon as they emerge; a sheepfold doesn’t need a leader."

The other person spoke with confidence.

Xu Huo, however, just smiled, "Perhaps it’s not that they don’t want to, but that they’re unable to."

Tickets are considered the strongest spatial teleportation devices in the game. As long as the game isn’t isolated or sealed within an instance, tickets are the best escape tools. For instance, Zone 017: when it was destroyed, the players in it were still weak, but many players managed to escape. A division built on a basis of billions of people can’t be completely sealed by any other division apart from through the game channels. As long as some escape, they’ll possibly spawn anti-game, anti-Hengxing Company power players in the future.

Compared to advanced wormhole sites, there are more wormhole points behind them.

If they had just killed everyone from the start, it would be fine, but they also want resources for the new division to develop, which is why, as this person said, killing a batch of them after they grow will only trigger greater resistance.

"Therefore, my logic is coherent." Xu Huo sat across from this person, "Conversely, there’s a problem with your story. Since you say there is an accumulation process for spiritual energy, and you became a power player in the Cultivation World, you must have accumulated a considerable amount of spiritual energy. Even here, where the spiritual energy is sparse, you can’t accumulate more, or rather, there is a certain chance it dissipates, you definitely wouldn’t return to being an ordinary person so quickly."

The other person rolled his eyes, "I told you, it’s traveling; of course, I traveled from the future to the past. In the past, I was just an ordinary person. Didn’t you travel back from the future yourself? Do you have any evidence to prove your evolutionary theory?"

"That makes sense." Xu Huo waved his hand in front of his face, then said, "Do you see that special personnel to my left rear?"

The other asked curiously, "I’m not blind, how could I not see?"

"When he comes over to take you back to your room, give him a kiss." Xu Huo said.

The man across snorted, "Why should I kiss him? He’s so ugly, and besides, he’s a man!"

"Good, remember what you’re thinking right now." Xu Huo reminded, "Don’t you want me to prove my evolutionary power? It’s telepathy related; let’s see if your will can withstand my hypnosis."

The man laughed, "It’s just hypnosis, not divine sense manipulation."

Just then his exercise time ended, and the special personnel approached to remind him to return to his room. The man stood up, grinned at Xu Huo, "You’ve already lost."

"Really?" Xu Huo leaned back comfortably in the chair, and when he reached the special personnel, Xu Huo said, "Kiss him."

The originally smiling man seemed to be suddenly controlled, turned his head and lunged at the special personnel. Of course, his speed wasn’t a match for the special personnel, who knocked him to the ground and pinned his arms behind him, yet surprisingly, while he was pinned, he struggled to turn his head and kissed the special personnel’s shoe.

The special personnel looked up at Xu Huo, his expression difficult to describe.

Other auxiliary personnel came over, confirmed that the man on the ground wasn’t aggressive, and told the special personnel to release him. However, the man lay on the ground and refused to get up, covering his face with both hands, pleading the staff to give him a hood.

He was quickly taken away.

Xu Huo was also scheduled for a new round of questioning.

This time, a famous psychology professor came, someone Xu Huo had seen interviewed in a well-known magazine. The professor brought instruments to examine his brain.

"You don’t need to resist, it won’t bring you any burden."

"There’s no need for that." Xu Huo pointed to the chair opposite, commanding, "Sit down."

The psychology professor immediately turned around and sat down, his smile stiffening, asking a rather unwise question, "How did you do that?"

From the beginning of the meeting, they had only interacted for less than three minutes, and Xu Huo hadn’t given any suggestive language or actions, yet he followed the command extremely obediently.

"The attempt just now." Xu Huo sighed, "It succeeded because of it."

"What does success represent?" the psychology professor asked.

"Success means that I haven’t traveled through time; instead, I’ve fallen into a vivid illusion, so everything within the illusion changes according to my thoughts."

"I just have one question I can’t figure out."