In the confinement room, Song Shiyi opened the recording on her phone and looked at the person sitting at the table across from her.

"You can speak now."@@novelbin@@

Lin Zecheng, sitting opposite her, shivered his shoulders, unsure if it was from the cold or muscle stiffness.

He wiped his face with his right hand, his eyes weary.

Lin Zecheng picked up the paper cup on the table and took a sip of water. "Regardless of whether I succeed or fail here, the next plan of the 'Whistleblower' has already begun."

"The 'Whistleblower' never trusts anyone. It is suspicious and treats all gods the same way."

"Now that I have no results here, the 'Whistleblower' will focus on the Fragmented World... but I'm not sure about the specific timing."

Song Shiyi frowned. "Under the dimensional restrictions, the gods cannot enter the Fragmented World."

"Correct, dimensional restrictions. However, there is no such thing as absolute perfection, even the dimensional rules have small loopholes."

Lin Zecheng sniffed. "Can you give me a cigarette?"

"Smoking is prohibited in the confinement room."

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