It's a long, long tunnel with no end in sight. The cross-section of the tunnel is irregular between square and circular, and the walls are not flat, and there is no distinction between floor and ceiling.

It's just a tunnel, like a rat's hole magnified countless times over - it's just too long.

Annabella slowly got up from the ground, she didn't feel anything special, as if she had just taken a nap, but looking at the unfamiliar environment around her, she knew that the current situation was by no means an illusion after a nap.

Wait, hallucinations? The thought crossed her mind, causing her a slight doubt, what if it was a hallucination? She remembered that she seemed to have lost consciousness for a while, and before that......

Annabella remembered the tentacles that bloomed like flowers in front of her. Will it let itself go? If it was saved, where would it be? Who saved it?

There were so many suspicious points that she had to suspect that everything was an illusion now, and that she was most likely poisoned by some kind of poison or trapped in some kind of witchcraft.

She cautiously tried to touch the cave wall. The walls of the cave were real to the touch, and there were even tiny grains of sand falling off the walls with her touch. She had never seen such a realistic environment.

"Annabella, when you're in doubt, don't stop thinking. Faust's words rang in her ears—and then she realized that the first thing that came to mind when she was in trouble was not Reinhardt, but Faust. Most importantly, she didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

She didn't continue to think about it, but comforted herself that it was only because Faust's teachings were now more useful. "Grab the tail of your mind, get to the bottom of it, and you'll discover a world of wonders. But another of Faust's teachings popped up, which annoyed her a little and made her a little ...... Shy.

"If you think of me repeatedly, it means that things are getting troublesome, and you are probably in the middle of a mental incident. This time, Faust's voice was unusually clear, as if he were speaking in her ear. Annabella even felt the warmth.

"After too much contact with people like me, it is inevitable that some special mental fluctuations will be radiated, and when you encounter another radiation source, these residual fluctuations will be activated. Faust's voice revealed more and more details, and Annabella even had a picture in her mind, Faust standing behind her and talking, even the fine lines on her clothes could be clearly seen.

But no matter how she turned around, the voice always came from behind him, and the imaginary Faust was like her shadow, always following her.

"Look and think! The illusion of perfection can only be created by yourself, and when you question it, the illusion has already been flawed. Faust's voice became rapid and powerful, and one could not help but be convinced.

"Then what should I do?" she couldn't help but ask, knowing that Faust's voice was a hallucination, after all, this was the only aid she had left.

"Thinking ...... Hiss...... Ponder the ...... of Kao Kao" Faust's voice quickly recedes after an intensification until it disappears into silence.

Annabella tried to shout a few more times, and only after feeling that there was no response did she stop asking for help—Faust had told her that meaningless requests for help were worthless except to highlight her weakness.

She tried to get out of the predicament by following Faust's instructions, ignoring the dust on the ground, sitting on the ground, trying to enter into meditation – it seemed to her that by calming her mind through meditation, she could get rid of this illusion of unknown significance.

Entering the meditation process is as smooth as in any dedicated meditation room – it is cool, dry, and quiet, and the environment alone is not fundamentally different from the meditation room mentioned above.

But when Annabella came out of meditation refreshed, she found herself still in that tunnel. It was both bewildering and terrifying—she was now completely helpless.

Faust patted the dust off his body and stood up from the ground. As soon as he opened his eyes, he scanned his surroundings—a long hole in the ground, headless and tailless, cool, dry, and quiet, and he could almost hear his own breathing.

He let out a disdainful laugh - this kind of humble illusion is only worthy of fooling a fledgling child.

Admittedly, the main scene of this illusion is very simple, with only one tunnel, which can be said to be the most basic illusion. But if the tunnel was made by a thinking creature, Faust would have given it a failing grade.

Ventilation aside, this tunnel can have ventilation holes that are not visible to the naked eye, and there may also be exits in front or behind, in short, the problem of wind can be completely explained.

But there's still damn light in this tunnel, which is very mentally retarded. Faust noticed that the light in the tunnel was very different from the crypt he had previously built—an apparent hallucination from extracting short-term memories.

However, there shouldn't have been any light sources in the tunnel. Faust didn't see any light here, he didn't see any light sources, and it was clear that there shouldn't be such a strong light.

Even this one could be forcibly explained as some kind of lighting spell in the tunnel. But there is one thing that cannot be disguised in any way - Faust does not feel any thought.

If this is a naturally formed tunnel, there will be some insects, even if there are no mice, and Faust has recently been able to feel some insects with more developed ganglia.

Even if this was some kind of place where insect repellent spells were cast, there would always be remnants of mental fluctuations accumulated over the years—but Faust still hadn't discovered it.

"It's too rough. Faust commented. This hallucination can only be said to be barely visible, and this is the result of Faust's ability to see that it has done a good job in terms of vision.

He could have done better if Faust had done it—but he was not capable of sustaining such a huge illusion. Faust also noticed that the walls would shed dust, and he could tell at a glance that these illusions were accurate to every grain of sand, apparently a vast energy source sustaining it.

Therefore, it can be tentatively concluded that this illusion is the product of some kind of environment—a strange low IQ and a high energy, which is the most plausible explanation.

"Well, this is probably the so-called spiritual pollution. Faust said to himself, combined with the facts, the biggest source of pollution in the vicinity is the so-called "magic city", and it is easy to come to a similar conclusion.

"So, I'm getting rid of those canopy wolves for a while, I just don't know what you mean? Sleeping Magic City......" Faust seemed to mutter, as if to someone.

Being devoured by tentacles is clearly a volitional arrangement - while Faust is carrying out his own plans, there are other volitional activities that have their own plans.

Faust's plan has gone wrong, but what about the others? Faust thinks that their chances probably didn't go their own way.