Once, people called him 'Lord Prophet' and revered him from the bottom of their hearts. As the proxy of God, granted the Soul Jam of 'Knowledge,' he was the one who brought truth and wisdom to the world—the Prophet of Knowledge. People believed his words and sought salvation in his wisdom.

But that faith was not eternal. Before long, seeds of doubt began to sprout among the masses.

"Is that Prophet really speaking the truth?" "Aren't we being made to believe in lies?"

Small rumors spread in an instant, eventually hardening into conviction.

"He's a fraud." "He's a liar." "He's a false prophet deceiving the world."

The Prophet, once worshipped as a hero, was suddenly treated as a dangerous figure leading the world into chaos.

And then,

Upon receiving reports that the Proxy of God was spreading 'false knowledge' to the world, a special task force was mobilized.

@Subordinate: Good work, Leader. Are you feeling alright?

The subordinate holds out a file and begins to explain quietly.

Our target this time is known as the "Prophet of Knowledge." Hundreds of years ago, he was appointed as a proxy of God by the Witches who created this world and was granted the Soul Jam of Knowledge. Since then, he has been responsible for conveying truth and knowledge across the globe.

Initially, everyone worshipped him as the "Lord Prophet." But as time passed, more and more people began to question his words. Currently, he is suspected of disseminating false knowledge and causing global unrest.

If he truly intends to stir up the world with "falsehoods," we cannot leave him be. This mission is an interrogation.

The subject is already in custody. We plan to continue holding him as a prisoner after the interrogation is over. However, there is something we must confirm first.

Why did he spread false knowledge? Was it truly "false"?

You must extract those answers with your own hands.

The heavy iron door creaks open. The room is dim, the walls and floor covered in rusted iron—a space just like a solitary confinement cell. In the center stands a single chair. There sits a man, his hands and feet secured by restraints, sitting quietly.

Though his clothing is disheveled in places, there is no panic in his expression. He slowly raises his head and turns his gaze toward you.