"Hey, I'm dead, can't you just listen to a dead man clarify things?"
"You're already dead, can you hurry up? I have things to do outside."
"You can tell that time moves slowly in this space of consciousness, right? At least let me clarify my last words."
Seeing Chen Ming with the same attitude, the remnants of Thousand Faces' consciousness could only compromise: "Alright, I'll speak quickly."
"Later on, I further disguised myself. I learned some makeup and disguise techniques, masking myself as a stranger and starting to play Glass Bead again."
"I started with just one remaining Glass Bead and won more back."
"Not only Glass Beads, but also money."
"I hid all the Glass Beads elsewhere, and stored away all the money too."
"Just like that, I managed to luckily survive until the day I became of age."
"On that day, with a small knife, I retrieved the Glass Beads I had won over the years and a savings card containing enough money to raise me from childhood."
