Ikarys fell to the ground; his body convulsed violently like a patient with Parkinson's disease; his eyes widened; and he felt even more confused.
He struggled to stand up, took out a pill from his space bag, and quickly swallowed it.
The wounds on his body gradually recovered, but his clothes were irreparable, tattered like a beggar.
"You… you…" Ikarys stammered, pointing his index finger at the Eye of Puzzle: "I answered correctly; why did you use lightning to hit me?"
"No, you answered wrong. One plus one really equals three." The Eye of Puzzle spoke softly.
Ikarys: "…"
'Are you biased to this extent? So you want to change white to black and wrong to right.'
He took a deep breath and quickly said: "I don't accept it. Everyone knows that one plus one equals two. Isn't it true, Holy Maiden, Dorothy? Are you telling me that one plus one equals two?"
