The Demon of Fear spoke again, "Next, we must—"
The Guardian followed, saying,
"Although it's unclear why that program hasn't been triggered yet, the situation is actually not very optimistic."
It was different!
The Demon of Fear was somewhat surprised.
But it shook its head, saying disdainfully,
"Is this your doing? But what's the use? It's only a matter of time, no one in this world can escape the control of that artificial intelligence."
"—The outcome is already determined!"
Shen Ye did not respond.
He just looked at the little girl.
The little girl, as expected, asked,
"Was raising me... also controlled by it?"
"Yes, nothing can escape its control, everything about us belongs to it," the Guardian said.
Behind the little girl, all the black shadows solidified.
They all reached out their hands, like long, thin needles, piercing into the back of the little girl's head.
Everything drew nearer.
The Demon of Fear spoke again,
"The next line is—"