According to their current statistics, about a dozen people suddenly disappeared, presumably under the guidance of the Doomsday Game, they went to other worlds.

However, less than half have returned so far, and several of those who have returned have become the Extraordinary.

Lin Xiuyu took those who disappeared and returned to the monitoring room for questioning. By the time Su Changxing arrived, the questioning was over and had been organized into a thick stack of files.

When Su Changxing arrived, he saw Lin Xiuyu sitting in the hall drinking tea and asked: "How’s the situation?"

Lin Xiuyu took another sip of tea and said: "The time in the two worlds is different, roughly two to one, our world is slower."

An astonishing conclusion.

Su Changxing was taken aback, frowned slightly and said: "Isn’t that too much of a difference."

Lin Xiuyu shrugged and said: "It’s a bit exaggerated, but that’s the reality. Thinking in our terms is very unreasonable."

Space can be distorted by mass, and time is the same. The flow of time throughout the universe is not the same, and the flow of time in each world is also different.

This is a conclusion that the knowledge of their world can arrive at.

One of the abilities that Su Changxing has "White Feather Flashing," its fundamental principle is realizing spatial jumps through distorted space.

It’s not as agile as imagined. If someone can discern the curvature of the distorted space, they can predict the landing point a step earlier.

And time will also warp due to the indentation of a massive object, the surface of a planet and its outer layers have a noticeable difference in the flow of time.

The surface is slower.

And the bigger the mass of the planet, the more pronounced this difference becomes.

The slower the time, it also implies that the world’s mass is greater!

Su Changxing pondered for a moment and said: "That’s a hollow, distorted, and abnormal world."

Lin Xiuyu nodded and said: "Yes, calculating it like this, that world should be very small, but according to those who returned, it’s still an astonishingly large world."

"Their missions vary, and they are all meticulous and purposeful. One person served as a caravan escort and had to transport a batch of goods, then encountered bandits and everyone except him died."

Su Changxing raised an eyebrow and asked: "Did his mission fail?"

Lin Xiuyu showed a strange expression and said: "No, it was considered successful. He ran for a whole day alone and carried the goods to the destination."

So that’s the benefit of having great strength... Su Changxing asked again: "And then?"

"Another person’s mission was to assassinate a small town priest on commission, but he failed, got injured, and ended up being saved by the priest, and couldn’t bring himself to do it in the end, so the mission failed and he came back."

Lin Xiuyu spoke unhurriedly, as if telling a story.

Su Changxing thought for a moment and asked: "Isn’t anyone questioning their existence?"

Lin Xiuyu shook his head and said: "No, it seems to be a very normal thing for that world, just their world’s rules, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west."

"Hmm, pay more attention, I’ll be going now."

Su Changxing drank a large sip of tea, stood up, and said.

The tea was mature Pu’er, red in color, with a rich aftertaste.

"Hmm, okay."

Lin Xiuyu nodded, also knowing that Su Changxing was squeezing time to enhance his strength. Many in Team 17 were in this state.

Those like him, who are truly getting things done, actually temporarily gave up on enhancing themselves.

In the upcoming time, Chenxi’s movements were significant, and almost all core personnel were withdrawn from the city, leaving a small shell town inside.

This, instead, made some people uneasy.

The Defense Army’s commander came several times to inquire if there were any other actions.

In reality, a large portion of the military opposed the major purge a few days later, needing to conserve some "strength."

Meanwhile.

The foreigners in West Forest City remained calm and weren’t making any ostentatious movements, seemingly waiting for something.

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At night, a howling cold wind blew outside, yet inside the tent, it was warm and quiet, with an unusual vibe lingering in the air.

Getting dressed, sitting by the bed, Jiang Wei let her hair down, her face flushed, biting her lower lip, lowering her head, she calmly said:

"Caiming, you don’t have to do this, no one is forcing you, at worst, we leave and abandon this place!"

Her voice was not loud, yet very firm, with a tone that allowed no refusal.

"No one is forcing me."

Chu Caiming lay on the bed, raised his hand to look at his skeletal hand, examining it closely, it did not seem like a hand, but rather like a patinated carving.

"He told me before, destiny is not set, but has a fixed trajectory to judge... at this point, I need to step forward... I told myself the same."

He spoke in a calm tone, his eyes unnervingly dark with a silver thread, seeming bewitched, maintaining a serene demeanor while exuding an aura of madness.

"The so-called Extraordinary are mere exchanges of will and power, most people are weak, including me, unable even to control my thoughts."

Jiang Wei frowned, turned her head to look at him, and said: "You have a problem! You need to interrupt your thinking."

"I can prove it."

Chu Caiming suddenly turned his head to look, his pupils like deep black holes.

Jiang Wei shuddered slightly, her eyes fell into emptiness and bewilderment, her breathing slowed down along with it.

Chu Caiming embraced her, kissed her, revealing a ghostly smile: "By the time most mistakes are discovered, it’s already too late to stop them."