Chapter 350 A Chilling Speculation

After briefly explaining the situation to the organizers of the volunteer activity, Jemin left the sunny beach expressionlessly.

The outcome of the trial has been decided.

There is a very high probability that "Viola" is a real person.

Jemin was quite confident in his judgment.

He didn't consider himself a pervert and couldn't possibly have conceived of Viola's unique "pleasure" mindset that feeds on the suffering of others.

Among the more than two million fallen wizards, those like Senior Viola, who integrated their terrible taste into their souls and put it into practice, are probably extremely rare and hard to replicate.

Therefore, judging solely from the "uniqueness" and "completeness" of the behavioral logic, the possibility that Viola is herself is extremely high.

The more conclusive evidence comes from that final punch.

Jemin had long ago confirmed that, although their supernatural powers were suppressed, they were still using their own bodies.

Living in this world for a long time, the body will remember new habits and conditioned reflexes (such as operating the light curtain).

However, the fighting instincts honed through countless trials have not been completely extinguished.

This can be seen from the fact that he can still perform exquisite fighting techniques.

The speed, angle, and explosiveness of his punch far exceeded the reaction limits of ordinary people.

Viola's almost instinctive and swift dodging is something that an ordinary office worker or community volunteer could not possess.

That was a fighting spirit etched into their bones, a mark left after experiencing life and death.

"It's confirmed, at least Senior Viola is a 'real person.' Then, the other familiar 'faces' are most likely the same."

The question then arises: "What...should we do next?"

As Jemin walked back, his brow furrowed slightly.

The ultimate goal, of course, is to uncover the truth of this plane and find a way to escape.

However, this goal is too ambitious and needs to be achieved step by step in a down-to-earth manner.

He needs a more specific and actionable phased goal.

“To find the ‘loophole’ in this world, and… the ‘purpose’ of the mastermind who has trapped us here.” Jemin set his sights on this goal.

A system so vast, sophisticated, and capable of trapping millions of powerful beings could not possibly be perfect, nor could it be without reason.

In practice, this means that he will need to continue his previous frantic learning and observation for a long time to come.

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Time flies, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Jemin sat in a stylish little restaurant known for its "molecular gastronomy".

I was looking down and savoring a beautifully presented appetizer with a rich and layered flavor.

His movements were elegant, and his eyes subtly observed his surroundings.

His gaze was particularly focused on the chef behind the open kitchen, who was intently cooking.

He was a burly, middle-aged man with a meticulously groomed beard. He had sharp eyes and demanded perfection in every step of the process. Occasionally, he would cast a very intimidating glance at his assistant for even the slightest mistake.

He is well-known in the local food scene and is hailed as the "Tyrant of Taste" for his extreme pursuit of ingredients and seasonings.

Jemin had clearly seen this face in the pre-war intelligence footage—one of the three supreme commanders of the First Expeditionary Force, a level seven battle wizard known for his bravery, tyranny, and expertise in large-scale legion warfare, "Blood Slaughter" Baal!

Now, this once powerful being, who could decide the life and death of an entire plane with a wave of his hand, is obsessed with controlling the heat, mixing sauces, and creating culinary art.

Jemin was no longer surprised by this.

Just like the gentle and patient elementary school teacher he "bumped into" yesterday.

After a period of observation and subtle probing, he was able to determine that the other party was originally a learned wizard who was a master in the field of potions.

When that teacher led the elementary school students in the simplest chemistry experiments, the smooth and effortless handling of the equipment, as well as the almost instinctive and precise grasp of dosage and reaction timing, were qualities that an ordinary elementary school teacher could not possess.

Muscle memory and professional habits cannot be hidden.

However, as he observed more deeply over the past year, a more unsettling question gradually emerged in Jemin's mind, replacing the initial sense of relief at finding "kindred spirits."

The number of “fallen” in this world seems to far exceed his expectations!

At first, he only paid attention to "familiar faces" who had been seen once or whose images were left in the intelligence of the expeditionary force.

But as time went on and his observation range expanded, he began to be able to distinguish those individuals who were slightly more familiar from the vast sea of ​​people, based on his experience.

They may be engaged in various ordinary professions, but in some unintentional moments, they will reveal traces of being "strong" or "expert".

According to his rough estimate and judgment, the density of "real people" he could find in this city alone far exceeded the range that the number two million could cover!

Even if we include all the wizards trapped here and the contracted creatures that might be involved, the number is still quite exaggerated.

Jemin gently poked at the food on his plate, which looked like works of art, with his fork, but his gaze grew increasingly serious.

"So... there are other unfortunate civilizations that invaded this place even earlier and also ended up trapped in this plane?"

"Or is it that... among these 'real people' I've seen, there are actually a large number of 'natives' of this plane itself?"

If it's the latter, what does that mean?

This means that this plane is not a pure "trap," but may have a large population and a complex social structure.

These wizards were simply "implanted" into this society, replacing some of their original roles or playing new ones.

Even the worst-case scenario is that the number of real people in this world is overwhelmingly greater.

The possibility of this conjecture sent a chill down Jemin's spine.

If even seemingly ordinary neighbors, passersby, and shop assistants might harbor "natives," then the reality and complexity of this world will far exceed his initial imagination.

He not only faces an unknown mastermind, but may also find himself in a giant social labyrinth.

With that thought in mind, he put down his cutlery, paid the bill, and left.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the sun shone brightly on the street, and the streets were bustling with people, a scene of prosperity and tranquility.

Jemin stood on the street, looking at this vibrant and vast world.

For the first time, they felt so clearly that what they were facing might be more than just a cage that confined them.

More likely, it is a... gigantic living being that is functioning normally and possesses its own will and rules.

And these two million wizards were nothing more than tiny specks of dust that had accidentally entered its body and were being slowly "digested" or "assimilated" by it.

(End of this chapter)