Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

"What exactly do you want?" Han Che was led by Anderson to a room, which was also decorated in pure black, just like the hall they had just left.

The difference is that he seems to have teleported here with Anderson out of thin air.

The room wasn't large, with a single bed in the middle. The all-black color scheme made it impossible for Han Che to see any details, let alone whether there were any doors or windows around.

Han Che felt that the layout looked familiar yet strange, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Anderson smiled politely. "Your Excellency, Warden, it seems you don't recognize me?"

Han Che narrowed his eyes behind the mask. What did those words mean? Was he trying to confirm whether I was a transmigrator?

"Of course I know you, Minister of Efficiency, the map boss of the space base along with Demulan, just like Raven and I, hehe."

Han Che extracted the information about Anderson from his conversation with Demulan before the battle, hoping not to reveal any weakness.

Anderson frowned slightly, looked at Han Che, and said nothing.

Han Che was startled when he saw his expression. Had he said something wrong?

Anderson's description should have been consistent with what Demulan said, but Anderson's reaction was clearly not in the expected direction.

"No, no, no, no... Your Excellency Warden," Anderson laughed loudly, then covered his face with his hands, "Don't try to understand me with your so-called time-traveler's mindset. That's not me, and you don't know me!"

"You're not a time traveler?" Now that the other party had made it clear, Han Che didn't intend to beat around the bush anymore.

Anderson's lips moved slightly, his gaze lingering on Han Che's face for a few seconds. "A transmigrator, hehehe, of course I'm a transmigrator too..."

Anderson shook his head, then his laughter abruptly stopped, and he suddenly raised his voice and roared, "That's all because of you! If it weren't for you, would I be here?!"

"Do you think I wanted to come here? There's no going back! No going back! It's all because of you, all because of you!! Hahahaha!"

Anderson suddenly went berserk, catching Han Che off guard as he had intended to have a proper conversation.

"You don't know me, hahaha! But I know you, Warden!!" Anderson roared, his face contorted with rage. "You're the one who ruined my life, you're the one who turned me into this!"

Han Che was completely confused. He carefully recalled the past. Today should be the first time he had met this guy named Anderson. When did he become enemies with him?

Is this guy really a local? Does he have a grudge against Geheros himself in the Hafk Group?

In an instant, Han Che considered many possibilities, but he didn't have time to think about them, because Anderson had already brought the rifle back into his hand, the muzzle pointed at Han Che's leg.

Han Che's killing intent perception ability activated instantly, and he dodged to the side the moment Anderson fired the shot.

He not only successfully dodged the bullets, but even tried to retaliate, only to suddenly find that he had no weapon and could not retrieve it from the system.

"That's right! That's right, that's right! Cough cough..." Anderson's eyes were bloodshot. "You still have that disgusting ability? You think I can't hit you with such petty tricks?"

Anderson started staring at a point in the air again, while gesturing with his hand in the air.

Han Che's heart tightened; what kind of ability was he about to unleash?

The next second, the killing intent alarm sounded, and Anderson was about to fire again, this time at his own leg.

Han Che immediately dodged to the side, but...

boom!

The bullet struck Han Che in the leg, causing blood to gush out. The intense pain made Han Che gasp.

His prediction was correct, and his perception was correct; Anderson's bullet struck the spot where he had been standing.

But the moment he took that step to the left, his body suddenly became unresponsive.

Han Che swung his fist into the air, and the bullet struck his leg precisely.

Blood gushed from the side of his thigh; his leg muscles contracted sharply the moment of impact and then lost their support.

Han Che's body swayed and he was about to fall. He subconsciously reached out to grab the frame of the single bed next to him to steady himself.

"Ah!!!" Han Che screamed in pain. He tried to steady himself with his arm but couldn't reach out. Instead, he jumped on the spot with his injured leg.

When he landed, his injured leg had no strength at all, and the impact brought him great pain, causing him to fall directly to the ground.

He fell to the ground in a very contorted position, his forehead hitting the metal edge of the bed frame with a dull thud.

However, what bothered Han Che even more than the pain was that he didn't know why he was like this.

Han Che lay on the ground, panting for a few breaths, blood still flowing from the bullet hole in his leg.

He looked up at Anderson, clearly this was his doing.

"That's right, cough cough cough... That's more like it!" Anderson coughed, his face turning red, and clapped his hands with satisfaction as he watched Han Che fall to the ground in a sorry state.

"That's how you should be! Why should a level three leader like you be able to dodge my attacks? You should crawl on the ground like a maggot!"

Han Che struggled to get up, but instead his body suddenly tilted to the side, as if avoiding something.

His every instruction to move was completely out of sync with his body's response.

While listening to Anderson's laughter, Han Che lay on the ground and tried different movement commands with minimal movements.

"Hahaha, I love your expression, cough cough cough..." Anderson coughed harder and harder, but didn't seem to care. "Don't know what's wrong, right?"

"Cough cough cough... This move is called 'Input Mapping Loop Hijacking,' isn't it interesting!" Anderson chuckled, enjoying Han Che's expression. "It's okay if you don't understand; it's just to confuse your nerves and make you unable to control your body!"

Anderson was bent over, as if he was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

Just as Anderson was mocking Han Che, he sat on the ground and tried it out. His fingers were gently pressing on the ground as he used the smallest movements to verify the mapping relationship he had figured out.

After figuring it out, Han Che quickly reversed the operation on his body.

The brain commanded a jump, and then the person braced themselves to stand up.

The brain commands you to get up, and then the body sways to the side;

The brain commanded a dodge, and then a hook punch was thrown, hitting Anderson squarely in the face.

Anderson never expected that Han Che would be able to stand up, let alone run over and punch him.

So he was completely unprepared, and Han Che's punch landed squarely on his face.

However, because the movements were disjointed, the punch was not very powerful, but it was extremely insulting.

"What! How is this possible?" Anderson stared wide-eyed at Han Che's contorted movements in disbelief.

"Damn it, you messed up my key bindings!" Han Che stood crookedly next to the single bed, his eyes fixed on Anderson.