Her thoughts felt as if they had been shoved into a rusty bearing; every turn was accompanied by a teeth-grating friction, and the heavy pressure from the depths of her soul threatened to crush her consciousness. If her brain at this moment were compared to a precision instrument on the verge of scrapping, Lin Xiao could clearly feel that this machine was emitting a creaking wail due to overload. She was not unaware that her companion beside her needed help, but a corner of remaining reason made her clear that relying on her own half-baked medical knowledge, she simply could not effectively control Wang Ruofei's current state. So, what else could be utilized? The gears of thought bit together with difficulty, shedding layers of rust. A faint glimmer of inspiration flashed—before entering this eerie building, Wang Ruofei had casually mentioned that fortunately, he had organized his backpack before setting out. This meant the backpack must contain something Wang Ruofei sensed would come in handy later. In the darkness, relying on residual memory, Lin Xiao fumbled to open that backpack. Her fingertips touched a cold, hard object; it was a slender glass tube containing liquid. Judging by the familiar texture and shape, the likelihood of it holding a potion was extremely high. Lin Xiao carefully handed this potion into Wang Ruofei's slightly trembling palm. ... When reason suffered irreversible erosion due to "seeing," Lin Xiao felt herself falling into a vortex named "madness." She had not forgotten she carried [Restoration Potion (Basic)]; for safety's sake, she had specifically stored two bottles in the system space and put one in her backpack. ...Immediately after, she encountered this despairing "Action Imprisonment" state. Usually, a potion could be retrieved with a mere thought, but now it seemed as far away as the horizon. Maintaining basic self-control had exhausted all her strength, yet it was still not enough. The moment her gaze touched the object on the workbench, a massive amount of undecipherable information flooded her brain like a bursting dam. The foreign information was endless, rudely occupying every corner of Lin Xiao's thoughts, suppressing her own consciousness to the very bottom. She vaguely understood why she had fallen into this desperate situation; "seeing" was supposed to be her talent, but now it had become a fatal curse. Instincts grew like weeds, uncontrollable. But for Lin Xiao, while "seeing" was an instinct, "fate" was likewise another instinct deeply rooted in the soul. Bean-sized sweat beads rolled from her forehead, her eye sockets were so moist they seemed about to drip blood, and her throat was filled with a strong taste of rust. In the void, an invisible box slowly opened— Gathering the last shred of reason, Lin Xiao finally successfully deployed [Box of Destiny]. In an instant, relying on inertia, she temporarily sealed away the fate fragment of her "rational evaporation." The moment the box closed, the buzzing sound like moth wings in her ears instantly became distant and blurred. Her forehead felt ice-cold, and hair soaked in cold sweat stuck messily to her skin. Lin Xiao was like a drowning person who finally surfaced at the last moment, greedily inhaling a breath of air. But this breath could not last long. This stingy time limit instantly awakened Lin Xiao's memories of the black-market boss she had encountered before. Like [Eye of Insight], [Box of Destiny] was also heavily suppressed by the instance; her shielding of her own unfortunate fate could last only a short two to three seconds. Racing against time, Lin Xiao used this fleeting respite to immediately open the system, swiftly retrieve [Restoration Potion], and at the same time, another identical potion was shoved into her hand. ... [System: User used [Restoration Potion (Basic)], status restored, resistance to &%#$ increased by 20% within 30 seconds.] [System: User used [Restoration Potion (Basic)], status restored, resistance to &%#$ increased by 10% within 30 seconds.] After downing two bottles of potion in succession, Lin Xiao felt she had finally recovered about seventy or eighty percent. Three seconds later, Lin Xiao released the severed fate. Fortunately, she had already moved her gaze from the workbench, and coupled with the potion boosting her resistance, she successfully avoided the foolish outcome of "falling into the same pit twice." Lin Xiao strictly controlled her gaze not to wander. Although she could not continue to stare directly, that one glance just now had allowed her to forcibly memorize the general situation on the workbench. The object on the workbench looked very much like a piece of "Dead Flesh." Lin Xiao could only recall the approximate position of the "Dead Flesh," but could not outline its color, shape, and texture in her mind—once the recollection was too detailed, the terrifying sensation of reason being washed away by the flood of information would immediately return. A blessing in disguise: most of the information accidentally instilled just now was related to the current instance. Lin Xiao now vaguely understood the essence of this "Dead Flesh" before her, and exactly what she needed to do next. The pale blue text prompt represented a faction; they hoped Lin Xiao would take the "Dead Flesh" and transfer it to another place. As for the situation just now, it was purely an accident; the other party did not want to directly erode the person responsible for moving the "Dead Flesh." If not for Lin Xiao's eyes being too special, the amount of information she received would likely have remained at a level that was extremely annoying but not enough to drive one completely mad. By a stroke of luck, she ultimately calmed down from the edge of madness. Lin Xiao lowered her head slightly, as if seriously studying the floor's pattern. Maintaining this humble and restrained posture, she stepped closer to the workbench, then fished out a pair of thick, dust-covered gloves from the side of the workbench and put them on. These gloves should have been forgotten with the abandonment of Abandoned Industrial Zone No. 17, only seeing the light of day today. The information poured into her brain just now told Lin Xiao that these thick gloves could temporarily isolate the "Dead Flesh"'s mental erosion of the holder, with an effective duration of about 10 minutes. A gloomy chill permeated the dark air, growing denser, as if the red faction were issuing a stern warning. Lin Xiao pressed her right ear, seemingly trying to block out the noise in her ear. Things had reached this point; she had no room for hesitation. The moment she stepped into Abandoned Industrial Zone No. 17, Lin Xiao was destined not to stand on the side represented by the pale red prompt. Lin Xiao's restrained expression formed a sharp contrast with her decisive movements. She reached out and accurately picked up the "Dead Flesh" on the table. "Hum—" Volcanic eruption, magma flowing, a sound like moth flapping wings exploded abruptly by Lin Xiao's ear. Wang Ruofei's gaze behind her instantly solidified; she raised her head blankly, looking into the void, as if searching for something. Outside Abandoned Industrial Zone No. 17, those intern employees with pale faces began to stir; more and more people turned their gaze toward the abandoned industrial zone that should not have been peered at by the ignorant. —"Dead Flesh" can be viewed as a battery of the instance. When it left the workbench, the pale blue prompt's protection of the factory area also gradually disappeared, creating an illusion that the confinement was loosening throughout the park. The wind blowing across the land stopped, yet the green bushes began to sway eerily. Without needing to use the temporary identification card to obtain follow-up prompts, Lin Xiao knew she could now leave through the back door, and the factory area would use its last strength to hold back the hostile intern employees as much as possible. At her speed, she could complete everything required by the pale blue text within about five minutes. The "Dead Flesh" was far heavier than it looked. Even with the gloves blocking it, a numbness still spread upward from Lin Xiao's palm where she contacted the "Dead Flesh." Half of her arm had almost lost sensation, yet the corner of Lin Xiao's mouth lifted slightly, emitting a soft laugh. That voice carried an undeniable mockery. Lin Xiao: "No wonder as soon as we came in, we had to work together to take the employees' thinking ability offline. At a critical moment, if anyone's suspicion could be left at even ten percent, it would be hard to guarantee they'd continue acting according to the prompt." As for Lin Xiao, who had preserved her suspicion at a full one hundred percent, her choice went without saying. Lin Xiao didn't run out at all. She used her free hand to grab Wang Ruofei to prevent her classmate from losing direction in the chaos, then placed the "Dead Flesh" into her own system space. Neither handing it to the Blue Text faction nor the Red Text faction, Lin Xiao decided to take this item herself. [System: Detected...] The usually taciturn system went crazy scrolling garbled code due to the user suddenly dumping the burden on it; the personal space directly turned into a soup pot placed on a stove, the lid being pushed up by rising steam, facing the risk of being blown off at every moment. —The power of "Dead Flesh" was too overbearing; the system bluntly showed its limited ability and could not suppress it for a long time. Lin Xiao and the system were in a binding relationship; the steam escaping from the pot directly crashed into her. A thick, strange, and chaotic power began to flow into Lin Xiao's body. She turned into a withered leaf, passively caught in a turbulent river; waves surged, sometimes lifting her up, sometimes plunging her down sharply. The river water continuously battered Lin Xiao's soul, flowing through her blood vessels. Countless fates unfolded before her eyes, detailed text as fine as stars entwined on long lines formed of mist. Without Lin Xiao needing to actively open it, [Eye of Insight] effortlessly opened on its own. Silver-white light flowed in the depths of Lin Xiao's eyes, and fresh red blood slowly flowed down from those eye sockets. A crisp sound like a mirror breaking came from the void. In an instant, Lin Xiao accurately captured the change in her own fate. She successfully intercepted the most crucial part of the fate connecting herself and Wang Ruof