It looks like this is the abode of the mad robot.
The anomalous Mistweaver granted them an invitation, and Lindong and Rowena ceased their dispute, following Ethan one on either side, heading towards that modest wooden cabin.
"You've arrived."
The "robot" was inside, seated in the most conspicuous spot of the cabin, which was empty except for a basic table and bed, resembling a hermit's retreat. In stark contrast with the sparse furniture, the walls were covered with dense writings.
The "ancient texts" appeared once again.
However, the "robot" clearly wasn't a "player" or a Transmigrator. Ethan glanced at the "ancient texts" on the walls, finding them full of grammatical errors, improper word use, and chaotic discourse, like rough notes left by a beginner learning.
"Why not direct them back to the real world straight away?"
The "robot" raised his head, staring at Ethan, his eyes full of confusion mixed with a tinge of disappointment.
