Yan Xiaobei lay on the bed, pondering how to escape.
He looked at the laser-formed cage and then at the base's gravity device, sighed helplessly, "Now this is truly entering the tiger's den, the hope of escape is like the clouds on the horizon, visible but out of reach."
"Why say such discouraging things? You should buck up and conquer the laser and gravity with sheer determination." The mysterious voice fervently encouraged.
"What kind of spirited novel is this?" Yan Xiaobei retorted.
He said with a distressed face, "Do you realize the situation we're in?" He felt that entering this so-called Final Prison was a mistake, and the worst part was following the mysterious voice's arrangement to actively err - this was downright foolish.
In his heart, he had quietly sealed this mysterious voice as a teammate akin to a pig.
What a divine screw-up.
