Chapter 259: I Can Crack Your Illusion in One Second
Mandel remained frozen, lost in a haze of sorrow and guilt. The illusion may have dissipated, but the emotional aftershock still clawed at his heart.
He knew it had been an illusion.
But it felt far too real.
The image of murdering his own son with his own hands... it was carved into his soul. A torment he couldn't shake.
He was drowning in anguish.
After a long, tense silence, Mandel's throat twitched a few times before he rasped out, "How did you do that?"
His voice was raw with disbelief. What had just happened defied all reason.
This world—this illusionary realm—they were his. He had created it. He was its god.
So how the hell had this American seized control?
Mandel's mind reeled. He couldn't wrap his head around it.
John offered a faint smile. "Your so-called illusion? In America, that's child's play for a monk."