When Ethan made the suggestion, Anapolis remained silent for a long time.

He repeatedly scrutinized the human sitting before him, trying to discern any clue, as it seemed unlikely to come from a human's mouth.

He had to remind Ethan, "Have you forgotten the price you paid to drive us out of this world?"

Anapolis believed those ancient chosen ones would certainly not agree with Ethan's proposal.

His gaze fell on the fish tank on the table.

Once the fish tank was back in his hands, as long as he gently lifted the object and tilted it to one side, the small island in the fish tank would face destruction, and he had ample reason to do so.

"Of course, during the treatment process, your powers will be somewhat restricted."

"Continue."

"Recently, I came across an interesting theory in the Empire, where they could infuse the soul and will into someone's body through some ritual, and the suitable vessel for the infusion is known as the 'shell.'

Although Mr. Turzan left us forever, some of his theories continue to have a profound impact on future generations.

This theory was not unfamiliar to Anapolis.

Long ago, someone had proposed similar theories. For the world inside the fish tank, their power was too strong, and their existence was hard for humans to comprehend. All those who dared to gaze directly upon them would face a tragic outcome. Some "experientialists" felt observation was too dull, so they began trying to enter human society in some way.

And after their connection to this world was severed, it became their only way to influence this world again.

The concept of deity's chosen formed among humans accordingly.

Anapolis reminded Ethan, "This method requires absolute faith."

An appropriate vessel needs to go through a long cultivation and selection, often requiring the establishment of a religion to instill the concept of faith into people's minds from a young age.

Anapolis once heard those experientialists boast about the so-called perfect vessel, but since becoming completely disappointed in humans, he never again entertained the thought of establishing a religion.

"Isn't there a ready-made one right here?"

"You?"

Anapolis scrutinized more closely.

He had never seen a human like Ethan; those human warriors who appeared over the long ages lacked Ethan's poise, and even while conversing with him, he would often overlook his human identity, treating him as an equal conversational partner.

This human unexpectedly appeared here, neither driven mad by negative emotions nor showing any fear or humility in his presence.

If it's this human, it might work.

"Not me, there's another creature here that's closest to you, it's accompanied you far longer than I have."

Ethan shook his head and corrected.

The treatment reached the critical second step—repairing the relationship between pet and owner.

Anapolis immediately countered, "Are you joking?"

His pet indeed lingered here for ages, but it was hardly close, the high-frequency murmurs long ago drove the little pet insane, once out of the deep valley, it would destroy everything in its sight, and this was precisely the outcome Anapolis relished.

On this matter, he had quite a bit of self-awareness.

Even though the pet initially entered here with awe and guilt, those emotions had long worn away over time.

"You know, the same words can produce entirely different effects just by changing the tone and setting."

Ethan followed up, "Here, you could kill it with a single thought, yet you haven't done so."

"Because for a traitor like it, death is too easy."

"That's one perspective."

Ethan did not deny Anapolis' inner feelings, he merely offered another possibility, "But with other traitors, you simply wish to overturn the fish tank to destroy them."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"When Aelium was still a Little Octopus, you observed it. Maybe initially just out of pure interest, but you put substantial effort into helping it avoid those dangerous predators, gradually raising it to its current size, unknowingly, you've developed some peculiar emotions towards it."

Anapolis immediately denied, "I have not."

He wasn't even willing to contemplate Ethan's words, a resistance welled up deep in his heart.

On the other hand, he was quite clear what this resistance implied.

A fabricated story would not stir any emotions; only the truth has that power.

"Yet when I previously mentioned someone scheming to murder your pet, you got quite agitated emotionally."

In Ethan's view, the relationship between Anapolis and the pet was undoubtedly twisted, but he managed to perceive other possibilities within these deeply negative emotions.

Anapolis' reaction increasingly resembled that of a human; rather than erupting and smashing the fish tank over Ethan's head upon being exposed, he emitted something akin to rapid breathing, at least at this moment, he was no different from those humans whose thoughts had been exposed.

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