“Yes,” Alden suddenly appeared behind Feng Bujue at this moment.

“Since things have come to this point, I might as well be frank,” Billy continued. “If you don’t cooperate, the poison will take effect, leading to a failed clearance. I know that for you interdimensional travelers, this isn’t a particularly painful price to pay, but it’s still something you’d be extremely unwilling to see.”

“What about Rabbit?” Feng Bujue asked. “I shot your partner dead. Are you just going to let it go with me like that?”

Billy said, “Don’t worry, you didn’t really kill it. That gun is just an extension of my ability to control this space. The moment you pulled the trigger, I changed its properties. That bullet can’t kill Rabbit.”

“But it hurt a lot,” another voice interjected.

Feng Bujue turned his head in the direction of the voice. It came from the second cell.

Although Rabbit's mangled body was still lying on the ground, its distinctive voice had already echoed in the darkness.

“Oh, I see…” Feng Bujue simply turned his chair around, put his feet up on the table, and said leisurely, “Let me think about it. You can also use this time to chat with me about things I’m interested in.”

“Your time isn’t…” Billy started to say.

Feng Bujue shook his head with a smile. “It’s your time that’s running out, isn’t it?” He took this opportunity to glance at the menu. “This ninety-two-minute poison on me wasn’t given to me by you, but rather it’s a setting imposed by some ‘higher-level being.’” He was clearly referring to the System. “In ‘Its’ eyes, you are just lives that can be annihilated in an instant.”

“So what? That being you speak of is more orderly than the Lord of Time and wouldn’t do something like this without cause,” Alden replied.

“I’m not implying that that being would obliterate you, but rather… even you can’t stop that being from obliterating me,” Feng Bujue said. “There’s at least one thing you can’t lie about: the three of you do only have three doses of the antidote.”

“That’s right. The fourth vial is in Fauster’s hands,” Billy replied.

“This Fauster… is he the warden here?” Feng Bujue asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you’re full of it!” Feng Bujue directly exposed him. “How could you possibly know if he has the antidote? Did he actively come in and tell you?”

Billy was speechless. He really didn’t know if the fourth dose of the antidote was in Fauster’s hands. He only said that to prompt Feng Bujue to get rid of him.

“But… you could say it’s a reasonable guess, because the fourth vial is clearly not in this space, or else it would have already fallen into your hands,” Feng Bujue changed the subject and asked, “By the way, when did the antidote appear on you?”

“Before you entered this space, we each obtained a vial of the antidote, and were informed of your situation and the antidote’s effect,” Alden replied.

Feng Bujue thought to himself: They directly implanted the relevant data… Also, the short ten seconds it takes to generate a script for me seems to be a relatively long time for them. Without players, the calculation speed of these script worlds seems to be much faster…

“Let me sort out the whole thing from the beginning…” Feng Bujue stretched out lazily in the chair. This moment of relaxation was a kind of relief he felt when his thoughts were straightened out. “Before I entered this prison, you had already finished weaving the space, and you had already figured out the layout. Everything was ready. When I appeared, Billy communicated with me through the broadcast at the starting point.

“When I reached the fan-shaped room at the end, you gave me a wonderful performance. This illusion was…” He paused at this point and looked at Billy and Alden with an inquiring look.

“I created it,” Rabbit replied from the second cell.

“Heh… good job,” Feng Bujue actually praised it. “Then, I entered the third corridor, encountered Alden, and then came to the end. Then I encountered Rabbit again, and saw Billy in the cell. The three of you made a mystery of it all, limiting my next route, and making it seem like this choice was my own idea.

“Next, I came to the second corridor and encountered SCP-173. The one who locked it up was…”

“Me,” Billy replied. “After you smashed it, I was the one who made the antidote appear on the ground.”

“Hmm… it seems that you can not only adjust space, but also arbitrarily mobilize objects here,” Feng Bujue said. “There’s a question here. Why didn’t you kill 173, but instead locked it up?”

“Every time we kill one of these creatures, another one will be let in after twenty-four hours,” Billy replied. “And the species that come each time are different, some of which are very terrifying.” That face of his, that voice, actually used the adjective "terrifying" in a very hurt tone. One could imagine… that these punitive creatures thrown into the prison were indeed difficult to deal with. "That 173 is relatively easy to control, and the difficulty of confinement is not high. It's easier to lock it up than to kill it."

"Yes… one time an old man who looked like a mummified corpse came in. He could actually use the ability to create inner space to perform short-distance plane jumps. Direct physical damage was basically useless against him. We were helpless when he hid in the dimensional rift. In the end, Billy could only create huge, complex, and randomly arranged architectural structures to trap him, and we bypassed him to kill Fauster," Rabbit also added.

"Sounds like 106…" Feng Bujue muttered in a low voice, but he didn't continue this topic, but continued his previous narration, "After I cleared the second corridor, I actually had considerable doubts about your set of arguments, but given the situation at the time, I didn't want to risk causing a space-time paradox, nor did I want to expose my thoughts through abnormal behavior, so I still followed your idea and entered the fourth corridor."

Feng Bujue looked at Billy, "And you moved from this cell to the fourth corridor and contacted me as if nothing had happened. That game looked difficult, but when I actually operated it, you easily allowed me to obtain the antidote."

"Did my actions overdo it?" Billy asked.

"Actually, not really," Feng Bujue said. "If you understand my character, you should understand that your actions are good for all of us." He paused. "By the way, can you clean up this gasoline and blood on me?"

Before the words could finish, Billy's eyes flashed with a strange light, and the discomfort on Feng Bujue's body disappeared instantly. Even the gasoline residue on his skin evaporated completely.

"Thank you," Feng Bujue politely said thank you, and then continued, "Your original idea was to have me die in the gasoline pool after discovering the antidote, consuming a badge, and then teleporting me to the beginning of the corridor, so that the difficulty and process of the game would seem more real. But what you didn't expect was that I, who can't swim at all, actually came out before the floor closed, so I ‘seized’ your opportunity a few minutes earlier than you expected.

"In order to cooperate with your set of time theory arguments, you had to temporarily lengthen the second half of the fourth corridor, allowing me to spend a full eighteen minutes to reach the end."

"After you reached the end, you deliberately didn't mention the word ‘antidote,’ and pretended to be very anxious, inducing me to show a flaw." At this point, the light in the second cell lit up, and it appeared completely in the cell, and the body on the ground had disappeared at this time.

"I have one more thing to confirm," Feng Bujue said. "The reason for giving me the badge… is to prevent me from being killed by 173?"

Billy said, "Actually, as long as you don't die from 'poisoning,' we can revive you as many times as we want. But… in that case, you would question the nature of this game, and you would definitely delve into the reasons for it."

"So you personified the ability to revive and limited the number, giving it directly to me," Feng Bujue nodded lightly, placing his index finger below his lower lip and said, "Okay, I've basically figured it all out." He took his feet off the table, sat up straight and said, "I'm very sorry, everyone, that complicated and comprehensive guidance plan of yours has failed, but… I can still help you."

When the three prisoners heard these words, their bodies all paused. Their expressions weren't very rich, but if they had human faces, they should all have bright eyes at this moment.

"I have two conditions. If you can do it…" Feng Bujue raised two fingers, "You help me, and I'll help you."

"Conditions?" Alden repeated, seeming a little surprised.

"Of course. Although I'm not really a lawful good person, if I help you today, it's the same as becoming an enemy of the Lord of Time," Feng Bujue said with a serious face. "The greater the risk, the greater the reward. If you don't want to negotiate with me, I don't care, but you have to think clearly. Who would find the result of a breakup more difficult to accept?"

"Speak," Billy was obviously in charge of speaking for the three of them. He was both a strategist and the strongest. When it came to negotiating terms, he spoke firmly.

"The first condition." Feng Bujue's eyes swept across their faces. "Please tell me the truth, the three of you, or rather… no offense, you three monsters, why were you locked up here? Also, what exactly is the Lord of Time?"

"Why do you want to inquire about these things?" Billy asked. "Our existence and past don't have much meaning for you interdimensional travelers, do they?"

"Then you should tell me these unimportant things even more," Feng Bujue replied, "and be glad… that the first condition is so simple."

Billy hesitated for about ten seconds. During this time, he also used some method that Feng Bujue didn't know to communicate with Rabbit and Alden for a few sentences, and then he opened his mouth and said, "The Lord of Time is one of the Four Pillar Gods. All orderly temporal territories are under his rule."

"The Four Pillar Gods are?" Feng Bujue really liked to pry information from NPCs.

"[The Lord of Time] is in charge of the river of order, [The First of Demons] reigns supreme over the scorched earth of chaos, [The Netherworld King] rules the kingdom of the dead, and [The Tribunal of Truth] judges good and evil in all realms," Billy replied. "This saying is circulated in various worlds, and all slightly mainstream ghosts and demons know it."

"Well… continue," At this moment, Feng Bujue, like those high-level ghosts and demons, had deeply remembered these four sentences in his mind…

Billy continued, "For a long time, the Four Pillar Gods have restrained each other, maintaining balance, and consciously avoiding disputes and conflicts between each other.

"War is something none of them want to see, because none of them are confident of defeating the other. If two gods go to war, the position of the third and fourth parties is also unknown.

"This prison, although under the jurisdiction of the Lord of Time, the Tribunal of Truth is the one that judges us.

"My core power is manipulating space, Alden's is manipulating fear, and Rabbit's is manipulating illusions. I and Alden were charged with 'spreading chaos' and locked up here. Rabbit is because of… other things."

Hearing the other party pause unnaturally, Feng Bujue immediately asked, "What things?"

"Uh… he and his cousin were originally members of the jury, but they were convicted of contempt of court," Billy replied.

"Then where is your cousin? Locked up in another prison?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"They couldn't catch my cousin at all in court," Rabbit said.

"Are you saying… a rabbit actually escaped under the noses of an organization called 'The Tribunal of Truth'?" Feng Bujue laughed.

Rabbit shrugged, "My cousin can escape from anywhere. He just needs to draw a big black hole on the wall and crawl into it…"

"Ha… haha…" Feng Bujue's mouth twitched as he laughed dryly a few times.

It was still Billy who brought the topic back on track: "Before Fauster, our warden was indeed Samodir. Before he defected from under the Lord of Time, he released the three of us. It was also during that time that you and I met once."

"Well… it was actually only five or six days ago," Feng Bujue replied.

"That's for you…" Billy said, and he continued to tell the story, "Samodir didn't escape for too long before being caught by the Lord of Time. He quickly confessed our whereabouts, thereby avoiding his own death sentence. It is said that he was later exiled to the Island of Chewer…

"As for us, we were locked up again, the warden was replaced by Fauster, and our sentence was increased several times. Time in this prison is uncertain and longer than anywhere else. You may think we met five or six days ago, but for me, the nightmare of reincarnation in this prison has lasted at least a year or longer."

Feng Bujue digested the other party's information, combined the Strange Shadow Labyrinth and the Hunter Island incidents, and found that the time really matched. Perhaps the fake General Raines Ford encountered in the Hunter Island script drifted to the Island of Chewer for unknown reasons and was taken as a subordinate by Samodir, who was imprisoned there.

"Okay, sounds like you're not lying," Feng Bujue licked his lips and began to say his second condition, "Then, my second condition is…" He patted his chest and pointed to the gun on the table, "After it's done, I want to take the remaining two Contra Medals and the One-Hit Kill Handgun out of this space."