The fatty took the cannon barrels from the two primitive men.

The cannon barrels were very heavy, and it was a struggle for the fatty to carry one. He placed it on the ground and squatted down to examine it.

The barrel was one and a half meters long, with a caliber similar to a typical howitzer. But it wasn't for launching weapons. The structure of the barrel didn't resemble modern weaponry.

The fatty studied it for a long time but couldn't figure out the secret.

The gold-robed figure gestured to the two primitive men to demonstrate the cannon barrel's function. At the same time, he waved his hand, and the top of the palace suddenly displayed a scene from outside the space, showing the location where the fatty and his team had encountered the fluorescent dots.

Immediately afterward, the two primitive men carried the cannon barrel outside.

Soon, the transparent dots in the image emitted a green glow. The fluorescent dots vibrated rapidly and shot out, hurtling toward an invisible wall at the edge of the space. A crack appeared in the transparent wall almost instantly.

The fatty pointed to the image on the palace ceiling and said to the gold-robed figure, "That crack—that's how we get out."

The gold-robed figure waved his hand, dismissing the fatty's idea. "That's just a one-way door. It only lets people in, not out."

After hearing the gold-robed figure's explanation, the fatty looked at the image and suddenly felt something was off. It was beginning to dawn on him.

The cannon barrel wasn't a tool for repairing the transparent wall; it was a tool for controlling the fluorescent dots. In other words, the deaths of the team members were deliberate, orchestrated by the gold-robed figure.

"The 'cannon barrel' you speak of is a technological product of this world. Frankly, all the technological power in this world can't open an exit to the outside. I've spent thousands of years proving that. You don't need to consider this anymore."

The gold-robed figure's words shattered the fatty's hope.

The fatty could easily guess that the team hadn't stumbled into this space by accident; it was all premeditated by the gold-robed figure.

They weren't the only team forced into this space by the fluorescent dots. Perhaps others had been driven here before Lewand.

The fluorescent dots were a trap to force (deceive) explorers (primitive men) into this space.

What made the fatty even more afraid was the origin of the two primitive men. They weren't the "red and white robes" representing order and rules. They were ordinary people, no different from him.

The fatty mustered his courage and asked the gold-robed figure, "Who exactly were those two primitive men?"

The gold-robed figure didn't consider the fatty's question a "secret." He frankly said, "They are my agents, people who completely obey my commands."

"They were created in this world?" The fatty asked, seeing that the gold-robed figure didn't object to his questions.

The gold-robed figure replied, "Yes, like me, they were born in this world. They have their own thoughts and families. They are free people, as long as they obey my commands. In this world, there are many of my agents. You could think of them as my army."

The fatty's brow furrowed. "It's not just that you want to get out. You want to take everyone with you?"

The gold-robed figure was silent for a moment. He didn't rush to answer the fatty's question. Instead, he put it another way, "You've seen it too. Everything in this place is simulated: nature, air, technology... everything is an illusion to us. Even the 'cannon barrel' you've been counting on can't open a channel to the outside. Everything we evolve and develop is limited to this space... We're not satisfied with this. We want to go under the real sky..."

The gold-robed figure didn't continue. The truth was on the verge of being revealed.

The fatty strongly felt that the gold-robed figure wanted to invade the real world with his army and seize space and resources.

The gold-robed figure's deliberate display of force also had its own considerations. He wanted to intimidate the fatty.

However, as a ruler who had risen to the top through evolution, the gold-robed figure didn't understand the concept of national identity or the meaning of human society.

Sometimes, it's hard to understand people's thoughts when you're not among them.

As a retired soldier with a sense of national identity who had seen the cruelty of the battlefield, the fatty would never allow the gold-robed figure to go out and slaughter people, even if he had a way.

But if it was just him, the fatty would definitely sacrifice himself for the greater good. However, he couldn't bring himself to do it with his good friend, Rui Yi, by his side.

However, the gold-robed figure had been trapped here for so long. The best quality he had developed during his millennia of survival was patience.

The gold-robed figure had lured many people from the real world into this space and had met all kinds of explorers. He fully understood how to deal with people. He knew that time was a good medicine to smooth out all edges.