I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

He discovered that the material has an extremely dense structure, with almost no repulsion between molecules, resulting in it forming an absolutely sealed structure. With such a material, you could drill through not only steel plates, but even the Earth itself.

It is extremely difficult to break through this outer shell from the outside using physical means.

However, Lu Ban is no ordinary person.

On the outer shell, illusory words appear.

[Materials from another land, the culmination of octopus-man science and technology—don't bite them with your teeth, or you'll knock out your front teeth!]

Don't have any wild ideas; this thing is far beyond your imagination.

Unfortunately, it cannot defend against mental attacks.

It works great as a mirror, reflecting your handsome appearance.

Above these words, a silver fountain pen appeared on Lu Ban's right hand, displaying the words "Last Words".

After flipping through the instructions for a while, Lu Ban began to write on them.

To prevent people inside from getting trapped, the developers left a backdoor.

Then he went behind the "egg".

The writhing flesh found a subtle entrance through a section of that area.

This entrance does not allow things to pass through physically, but it can be used to mentally interfere with the people inside.

Lu Ban filled that area with some flesh and blood, and then closed his eyes.

……

……

Meanwhile, within Uruk's mental labyrinth, his thoughts were dormant.

Located at the deepest part of the maze, a place no one can reach.

Urukk saw the old man with graying temples moving forward in the maze. The man possessed a strong spirit and had already broken through several traps set by Urukk.

bang——

With another loud bang, Plato was locked in an iron room.

The house was made of thick steel on all four sides, had no windows, and looked indestructible.

Plato looked at a tentacle on the ground and realized that this was yet another trap.

"Their defenses in the realm of consciousness are outstanding; they are not from our world..."

As Plato spoke, countless illusory symbols appeared in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, he doesn't understand the meaning behind my name."

Segmenting consciousness is indeed a good way to block pollution, at the cost of sacrificing a portion of rationality in exchange for other types of mental attacks. Such a method can indeed protect the core consciousness from being invaded.

But what Plato saw was not a false reality, but a true ideal world.

In an ideal world, all appearances are stripped away, leaving only the essence.

For example, the tentacle in his hand was actually disguised as Uruk's consciousness to lure Plato into the trap; this was a "false Uruk".

In the ideal world, however, appearances are stripped away, and the "false Urukk" is still Urukk.

In other words, any clone of Uruk is equivalent to his original self.

If Urukk knew about Plato's abilities, he would probably have to replace himself with something else, or even completely eliminate any information related to himself.

However, it is too late now.

Plato tightened his grip on the wriggling tentacles.

Deep within the labyrinth, Uruk suddenly felt a piercing pain.

The sensation was so real, it felt like it was sticking to his body, leaving the octopus-man in disbelief.

"How could he possibly hurt me through things that are related to me?"

Meanwhile, the octopus-man, who had seen countless battles and all sorts of storms, also realized what was happening.

He immediately severed his own consciousness, completely abandoning the part that had been corrupted by Plato.

[You have split your soul, sanity -1]

The system's notification text flashed by in my field of vision.

Urukluk, disregarding everything else, immediately made a drastic decision.

In Plato's hand, the tentacle withered instantly and turned to dust.

"Did you notice?"

He realized that his opponent was indeed very experienced and could identify the problem in an instant.

Plato scanned his surroundings and quickly found a path.

He took a step forward with ease.

In reality, Plato was still trapped in the labyrinth of the mind, but in the ideal world, there were no obstacles in his way, because the labyrinth of the mind itself was a false appearance; it did not exist.

Therefore, Plato only needed one step to step out of the confines and into the intricate high walls.

"Next is..."

Just as Plato was looking for a breakthrough, he suddenly saw a figure fall from the sky.

"Ok?"

He was about to attack when he realized that it was a human, and one he had seen before.

"You are... Mr. Lu Ban?"

Plato recognized the other person.

But at the same time, new doubts arose.

Because Lu Ban was wearing a sharp suit, holding a gold pocket watch, and had a pair of rabbit-like ears on his head.

"Hello, Mr. Plato, I am Lu Ban."

Lu Ban said in a serious tone.

Soon, he noticed his own ears from Plato's gaze.

"Well, I think since we've already entered the consciousness space, we should dress up to fit the scene."

As Lu Ban spoke, he grabbed his rabbit ears and pulled them up.

The ear was removed from his head.

"Look, it's fake."

"?"

Although Plato did not understand, he was deeply moved.

"To put it simply, Mr. Plato, this guy is an enemy from another world. He has polluted the rainwater, turned humans into those strange zombies, and has weapons of mass destruction. We must deal with him quickly."

Lu Ban briefly explained the whole story.

Plato glanced at Lu Ban, wanting to use the ideal world to confirm whether Lu Ban was telling the truth, but before his gaze could move over, Lu Ban stopped him.

“Please wait a moment, Mr. Plato. I suggest you do not use your abilities to look at me. This is for your own good.”

Upon hearing Lu Ban's words, Plato quickly recalled the thousands of avatars that had nearly driven him to the brink of madness. Being quite intelligent, he immediately connected them with Lu Ban.

The illusory symbols in Plato's eyes disappeared.

“Very good, we need to deal with him now.”

Lu Ban said with a smile.

“He split his thoughts into several parts, and I can use the ideal world to find his main consciousness.”

Plato said that, for some reason, this young man exuded an invisible sense of oppression, making Plato feel as heavy as a mountain.

"good idea."

Lu Ban clapped his hands, but then said something else.

"But I have another way."

He raised his hand, gesturing towards the intricate maze and high walls.

"This is his mental space, isn't it?"

Upon hearing Lu Ban's words, Plato hesitated before nodding.

"Then why don't we just blow this whole place up? Wouldn't that solve most of the problems?"

"?"

Plato looked at Lu Ban, unsure who the dangerous visitor from another world was.

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Lu Ban ran and hopped like a rabbit into the depths of the maze, glancing at the golden pocket watch in his hand from time to time.

"I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late."

He was muttering to himself.

Plato had no idea what Lu Ban was up to, but he followed him.

"Do we not have much time left?"

He asked a question, and given the current situation, Lu Ban was clearly the one who knew more information.

"Not really, it's just that the line was very fitting, so I couldn't help but say it."

Lu Ban immediately replied.

"?"

Plato wasn't quite sure what the young man was thinking, but he remembered the earlier remarks about blowing up the whole place, and he was curious about what Qiluban was going to do.

According to Lu Ban, this is the octopus-man's mental space, similar to a dream, but the difference is that the other party has absolute control over it, which is equivalent to a dream that the master can manipulate and change at will.