"The game only mentioned closing my eyes to finish, but the consequences of opening them were not specified."
"And if I were to continue reciting the poem, I might be able to leave this space, but Red Leaf might end up in danger?"
Lu Ban thought for a moment and decided to open his eyes.
However, when he tried to do so, his eyelids felt extremely heavy and he couldn't open them.
It was like experiencing sleep paralysis in his own bed; no matter how much Lu Ban wanted to open his eyes, he couldn't do it.
"So, in this 'One Hundred Poets' game, it's not that I shouldn't open my eyes, but rather that I can't open them?"
Lu Ban roughly understood.
"Thinking from a different angle, if I use some method to forcibly open my eyes at this time or try to perceive what's outside, might it lead to some unexpected results that the game's designers hadn't anticipated?"
He opened his mouth.
