Selena maintained her expression.

She refused to believe it today. As the chief illusionist of the Protoss Empire and a professional psychological researcher, she couldn't possibly fail to treat this potential psychopath.

In the room, by the terrace.

"Young Master, is there anything else you'd like to do today? Regarding yourself."

Selena once again stood not far from Lan Qi, asking with a smile.

Currently, judging from the young man's mental state, he seemed incapable of dwelling on his past self, nor would he feel anxious about his future self. He wouldn't be swayed by current events or have his composure disturbed. He wasn't attached to others' opinions, treated all beings equally, had penetrated the mysteries of life and death, and found the meaning of existence.

But did such a person really exist in this world?

If there really was such a person, they would be so righteous as to be sinister, and only inspire fear!

The Protoss Empire obviously didn't have such a freak; otherwise, she couldn't possibly have never heard of his name.

Selena suppressed her twisted smile. She was certain that she could find a flaw in this young man.

She couldn't let this delicacy slip away. Although the process was arduous, if she could completely reveal the true appearance of his heart and see his most painful past, she would certainly gain unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction.

"I'm already doing what I want to do," the young man replied calmly.

"No...no, Young Master, you may have misunderstood me."

Selena thought quickly, wondering what this guy was avoiding and what memories he was burying. "I mean, if you could have anything you wished for, would you still just want to spend a quiet day here?"

She finally readjusted her words and asked.

The young man seemed to think of something and hesitated.

Joy and anticipation began to surge in Selena's heart, and she tried hard to keep her lips from trembling.

She'd found it.

She would soon see the ugliest, most unbearable, and bloodiest appearance beneath this glamorous exterior.

However.

Faced with this almost direct question.

"Precisely because I've already had everything I wished for, that's why I'm spending a quiet day here."

The young man's voice was gentle and magnetic, each word like a carefully chosen melody, inexplicably touching Selena's heartstrings.

"What about you?"

He turned his head, his green eyes seeming to be able to see into people's hearts.

When he gazed at Selena, she felt her thoughts being gently guided.

"Me?"

Selena asked, momentarily stunned.

She had never seen this kind of look before, as if someone wanted to share something with her.

But in her life, she had never truly received such a thing.

The young man nodded.

"I also hope you can be happy. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

He added with certainty.

Selena was a little confused and didn't know how to answer this question.

Why, in this man's gentle world, was he still thinking of giving gentleness to others?

His heart painted an ideal country without pain and conflict.

Could it be that this world wasn't created to make up for his inner trauma, but an ideal world that he wanted to realize but knew he couldn't?

Selena felt an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility, as if this world was truly an ideal haven.

Which also made her feel instinctively dangerous.

No.

As the conversation with this young man deepened, Selena felt her thoughts revolving more and more around the young man's will.

She seemed to be led by the nose by him. She was supposed to be in charge, but instead, her emotions were constantly being stirred by him.

Just now, she was almost deceived by him.

There was nothing she couldn't understand in this world.

This was also the reason why she could maintain a firm and ruthless heart and not indulge herself in this fallen land of tenderness.

"Being able to help Young Master is my happiness and duty. You don't need to worry about me."

Selena tried her best to maintain a gentleness that she didn't even have in reality, pretending to be a docile, kind, and professional maid.

Now she still had to steer the topic back to the other party, so that she wouldn't be led astray, and start a new round of questioning, and talk to him again.

The young man heard this.

Finally, he put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked at her seriously.

"That won't do. How can everyone in the world be happy except you?"

"......?"

After hearing these words, Selena stopped in place.

...Was she unhappy?

"What...what are you saying?"

Selena squeezed out a slight smile and asked politely.

"A person who is happy themselves often doesn't delve too deeply into whether others are happy, so I'm very concerned about you now," the young man replied.

It was a sincere pity, as if it wasn't directed at her, but at anyone who appeared in this world, he would care in the same way.

"No, I'm very happy."

Selena gripped the tray tightly. She couldn't understand what this look meant, nor could she accept this bone-chilling gaze that made her feel like her skin was peeling off.

Constantly seeing the misfortune of others on the fourth basement level of the prison brought her endless joy. How could that be called unhappiness?

"Having a full life, why need even a half-measure of pity?"

The young man's words echoed in her ears, lingering.

"Since you are moved by my words, it means that you need my help and crave to continue talking with me in order to understand the life that you yourself can't understand."

His words seemed to have a kind of magic, capable of making people forget their original purpose and self, and causing their hearts to surge with unease.

She did enjoy seeing the misfortune of others because of her own unhappiness.

But she realized for the first time that in this perfect world, such a self was like a clown, the only unhappy person in the world.

Could it be that in the real world, she was truly seen as such a pitiful wretch in need of help in this person's eyes?

"You're a fucking psychopath!! Fall into depravity for me!! I don't want your pity!!"

Selena clenched her fists in exasperation, leaned forward, and shouted in a shrill voice.

How could there be such a saint, with no inner trauma or deep desires, whose only wish was for everyone else to be happy?

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, too disgusting!!

Why was there such a person?!

Why was there such a person?

Selena suddenly came to her senses and froze. Her words had reached this point, which would make the other party realize that this was a dream.

But why hadn't the dream collapsed?

"......"

The young man heard her words and wasn't very surprised. He just continued to sit in front of the canvas, and his slow-moving paintbrush still hadn't stopped.

"As expected...this is a dream world," the young man muttered to himself, his back to her, with a faint smile still on his lips. "I thought this world was already full of loopholes. Sure enough, a perfect world doesn't exist. It can't be constructed, and it's a dream that I'm destined to be unable to realize...I originally wanted to play with it a little longer to see where its limits are."

After saying that, he also completed the last stroke and stretched in front of the drawing board, as if ready to return to reality.

"What...what exactly are you?"

Selena didn't have time to care about the mess of emotions that he had made in her heart. She finally confirmed that there was something extremely wrong with this guy in front of her!

From the beginning, this guy might have been playing with her, or even playing with this *Fallen Land of Tenderness*.

As a seventh-level illusionist, she knew how great this demon magic was, arguably one of the pinnacles of illusion magic.

Demons who could quickly break free from the Fallen Land of Tenderness upon their first contact were all psychopathic freaks, far beyond the limits of human reason and even demonic logic.

And this guy—

The fourth basement level was a trial for the great demons, but why had it become you testing it?

Yesterday, after finishing four chapters, I didn't get much sleep. I'm catching up on sleep today, and I'll continue to update more tomorrow. I feel like I'm about to kick the bucket.

(End of this chapter)