บท 900: Chapter 898: A Puppet Without Thought

That was the last image in Wayne Bailey's mind as he kept walking in the bitterly cold snow...

"Since the young master woke up, he's been like this, with a vacant look in his eyes."

Cathy Xavier sat by the bed, reached out, and touched his face, "Wayne?"

When she called him, he mechanically turned his face to stare at her... at the black crystal around her neck.

Locke had said that if there were any flaws in his illusory world, if he couldn't walk out of that vicious circle, he could be lost forever, completely lose his ability to think, and become a puppet under control.

Cathy Xavier felt terrible inside. What Locke mentioned was that if a man came across the black crystal and it didn't match the setting in his Illusory Realm, a severe conflict would arise, leading to this situation. But the crystal had been fine all along, worn on her.

"Wayne, go pour me a glass of water."

Wayne Bailey sat up straight, got off the bed, and walked toward the tea table like a marionette.