Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 1325 - 1323: It’s You!

The long-haired woman looked at the man, her teeth clenched, and the anger in her heart erupted like a volcano, unwilling to be toyed with and imprisoned like this.

She forcibly calmed herself, carefully feeling the source of the resistance. The next moment, she turned her head and saw her left arm wrapped in many semi-transparent red energy threads—it was these threads that were preventing her from leaving the house.

So that’s how it is.

Once the long-haired woman understood, she let out a disdainful cold laugh. In the next moment, her eyes sharpened, and with a wave of her right hand, a beam of golden light hit her left arm, severing it at the shoulder with a "bang" as it fell to the ground.

The woman felt the resistance suddenly disappear. Her brow relaxed, showing no concern for the injury, and continued to charge at the man next to the stone table.

But after just a few meters, new resistance appeared and stopped her again.

Stopping, the woman carefully observed and felt the presence of semi-transparent light green energy threads around her body. These energy threads were attached to various parts of her body, seemingly directly locking down her life force.

In other words, unless she died and her life force was completely gone, she would be constantly bound by these energy threads and unable to leave.

Am I really going to be imprisoned here forever?

The woman bit her lip deeply, glaring at the man beside the stone table, unwilling to give up. She waved her right hand, forming an ice cone, gripped it tightly, and mercilessly stabbed it into her own abdomen.

"Puff, puff, puff!"

In a second, she stabbed multiple times, as if she’s not stabbing herself.

And by doing this, the effect was obvious. As a large amount of blood gushed out, her body became extremely weak, her life force plummeting and nearly critical, with more than half of the light green energy threads vanishing.

Let’s see how you stop me now!

She shouted in her heart, gathering all her strength to charge at the man beside the stone table again.

At the same time, she clenched her fist, punching out, her fist covered in a purple glow, like an energy-formed cannonball, full of power.

But when she came within less than two meters of the man, her entire body suddenly tensed involuntarily. She felt an invisible chain deeply buried within her being inadvertently pulled out, and along with it, a soul attached to the end of the chain was also pulled out.

Soul!

Her body was struck as if by lightning, her steps halted abruptly, her eyes widening to the extreme, staring at the man beside the stone table for several seconds before collapsing to the ground with a "thud," losing all consciousness.

"Ssshhh... The experimental subject breached the physical and life force restraints through self-mutilation..."

"Ssshhh... After breaching the first two restraints, the experimental subject attempted to continue breaking free. The soul restraint then manifested... Possibly because the soul power is too weak, the subject fell unconscious directly without struggle, leading to the following conclusions from this aspect..."

"Ssshhh..."

The man beside the stone table kept writing, stopping only after a while.

He left the stone table, approached the unconscious long-haired woman, squatted down to check on her, and then returned to the stone table to write again.

"Ssshhh... The experimental subject is currently in a critical state, her pulse has diminished to dangerous levels, with a complete loss of autonomous brain function, retaining only a weak pupil reflex..."

He wrote for a while longer before returning to the woman, checked her condition once more, then resumed writing.

This cycle repeated several times before he was done.

Several minutes later, the man finally put down his pen. He then approached the woman, lifted her up, and fed her some unknown pink liquid, proceeding to administer basic medical treatment.

While treating her, he murmured, "Don’t die so easily, after all, there are many more items in this test that haven’t been conducted yet... You must persist... Hang in there..."

After more than ten minutes, the man’s treatment concluded, and the woman’s condition slightly improved. He then threw her back into the house, turning to casually suggest to the three Sika spies, "By the way, would you like to... cooperate a bit with my test?"

The three Sika spies shook their heads frantically. Though they were wizards, they felt utterly helpless at that moment and had no thought of confronting the man.

The man saw this, exhaling disappointingly but said nothing more, leaving the room and returning to sit by the stone table to wait.

...

A considerable amount of time passed.

The drugs seemed to have taken effect, allowing the severely injured woman to awaken and understand from the three Sika spies what had transpired after she lost consciousness. Her gaze turned somewhat complex as she looked at the man outside the door.

"You imprisoned me, yet you saved me?"

"No need to thank me, I’m just aiming to complete the test," the man beside the stone table explained calmly, "By the way, I should commend you. Among the four, you cooperate best with my work; I should be the one thanking you.

Alright, you’ve nearly recovered. Ready for another test? Of course, for you, it might just mean trying to escape the restraints to reach and kill me. However, it’s all the same."

The woman was silent for several seconds after hearing this, looking at the man beside the stone table as if viewing an inhuman creature.

After a few seconds, her expression somewhat collapsed, she asked, "Who exactly are you? Don’t make me guess, I want to know your real name!"

"My name?" The man beside the stone table expressed some confusion, confirming, "You truly don’t know who I am?"

"Of course not."

"So you weren’t coming specifically for me this time?" The man inquired, then nodded to himself, murmuring, "Indeed, if you were really coming for me, it surely wouldn’t be just a small group like yours; you must have simply been here to steal intelligence. Well then, let me introduce myself, my name is Richard, and if you turn back time a year, we would still be considered colleagues."

The long-haired woman couldn’t help but step back upon hearing this, her breath momentarily stalling: "You say... you are Richard!"

"Yes, I am Richard!"

"Did you destroy Pompeii?" The long-haired woman apparently had some knowledge of what Richard did—even though she hadn’t seen it firsthand, she had heard about it. Gnashing her teeth in anger, the first thing she did after snapping out of her shock was to clutch her abdominal wound and demand, "Did you destroy Pompeii?"

"Yes, it was I who destroyed Pompeii," Richard nodded, without denial.

"Did you betray us?" The long-haired woman pressed further.

"I wouldn’t call it betrayal. After all, I never truly joined you from the start," Richard corrected.

"Did you collude with the Alliance people?" The long-haired woman’s eyes reddened slightly.

"Collude is a bit much, it’s more of a collaboration," Richard defended.

"No matter how you put it, this time, you’re prepared to unite with the Alliance people to completely wipe out our Truth Society, right? Such audacity!" the long-haired woman shouted.

Richard was slightly stunned by this remark, temporarily bereft of words: "This..."