"Achoo!"

In a puzzle-like city, at the corner of a certain alley, a colorful trash can with a three-color arrow sign indicating "recyclable" suddenly sneezed.

There was no one here originally.

But after the sneeze, there was.

In the transparent air, a girl wearing a baseball cap and a large hooded sweatshirt slowly revealed her figure.

Because the brim of her hat was pressed low, the sunlight cast a large shadow on her face, but it still couldn't hide her delicate features, especially the small red lips with lipstick, just outside the shadow, appearing particularly tender and charming in the strong contrast of light and dark.

The girl had shoulder-length hair, was about 160cm tall, and the cuffs of her clothes were rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of fair arms, but her hands were not visible.

Because her hand was in the trash can.

As if looking for something.

The suddenly visible girl attracted the attention of passersby, and many people looked at her with surprise and curiosity, and some even sighed.

"What a lovely girl, I didn't expect her to have such a hobby."

Sneaking into the street to rummage through the trash can in broad daylight, is magic used for this?

Girls these days are simply...

Why not come to my house and rummage through one?

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Yuyuko: "......"

If there was a choice, she wouldn't want to do this either.

But she had no choice. The dungeon only lasted for 18 days, and she had to complete her personal goals as soon as possible before she had time to deal with other players.

As for "leaving the Omuda District," it should be a public task, and Yuyuko didn't plan to do it.

There were a total of 12 players in this game, and someone would find clues. Then she would have to get them to confess.

With less than a month's time limit, the degree of plot involvement was not important—Yuyuko even felt that this dungeon might not have a plot at all.

Among the temporary items the system gave her was a relatively complete map. The Omuda District was much larger than she had imagined, including a main city and sixteen surrounding towns, as well as forests and mountains on the outskirts, all belonging to this area.

In terms of area, this could already be considered a medium-sized dungeon. With 18 days, there was not enough time to explore the entire map, let alone the PVP elements. There was no extra time for players to follow the plot, and there was naturally no such thing as a plot score.

As a senior player, Yuyuko had been leveling up in dungeons since she was 15—yes, Little Broken Game did not have an anti-addiction mechanism. She was nineteen this year and had more than four years of gaming experience. She knew the scoring composition of the dungeon better than anyone.

Yuyuko believed in her judgment. In this dungeon, personal tasks > public tasks > player kills, followed by world view and achievements, and had nothing to do with the plot.

Even if it did, the proportion would be extremely low, and Yuyuko chose to give up and not participate in anything unrelated to personal tasks.

Veteran players had a thorough understanding of the game, knowing where the focus of the dungeon was and how to grab points.

But veteran players also had their own pain.

Like the invisibility technique that was so poor that it could be dispelled with a sneeze.

Yuyuko had been playing the game for four years and had opened countless memory crystals, but she still hadn't obtained an advanced invisibility.

She had chosen the assassin route because she had an invisibility technique. Now her agility attribute was close to 100, but her invisibility was still the same, which meant that she had to kill all the enemies to achieve her goal of sneaking in many times, which was really troublesome.

And in this situation, she couldn't just kill all the passersby to maintain her image and pretend that no one saw her rummaging through the trash can, right?

She was a lively and energetic girl, not a pervert who liked killing people.

Yuyuko convinced herself to ignore the gazes of the passersby and continued to rummage through the trash can.

Not long after, she took her hand out of the trash can and removed the blood-soaked cloth strip wrapped around her hand like a glove.

These were hands that could play the piano, long and beautiful, without any wounds.

The blood on the cloth strip, which had not completely dried, was not her blood, just a sign that she had found nothing.

"Fock Obos Street, No. 26, at the entrance of the alley, there is something you want in the trash can."—This was Orick's original words.

Prophets always liked to use ambiguous words to highlight their depth and mystery.

Yuyuko didn't know what she wanted, but she knew that she didn't want any of this recyclable trash—even a copper coin couldn't be found in the trash can.

"You lied to me again..."

Yuyuko sighed. Why did they always deceive this little girl?

Her body gradually became transparent until it disappeared.

People came and went on the street, and the alley was empty.

The lid of the trash can was still open, but there was no more movement inside.

Until a certain moment.

A piercing alarm sounded in the distance.

"Renowned prophet Orick was murdered in the detention center yesterday, his heart was torn out and shredded, and his death was brutal. It is suspected to be a vendetta, and five guards also died in the attack. Bishop Orian suspects that this is the work of the Morning Embrace government's assassins and has ordered a thorough investigation to bring the killer to justice.""Ts, ts." The next morning, Gu Chi sat in an elegant golden silk robe, basking in the sun by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the newspaper and clicking his tongue.

The first day was a real bloodbath, so ruthless.

He wouldn't believe in any vendetta.

Dying early or late, the player died as soon as someone arrived, and died in the detention center. How could such a coincidence happen?

If there really was a grudge, it could only be against someone who shouldn't have been fooled.

Without a doubt, the murderer was probably Youyouzi.

Judging by the name, it was probably a girl with a very intolerant personality and probably not very old - probably.

Because adults should be used to being deceived, and no adult would kill over such a small matter.

This meant that if his impersonation as a prophet was exposed, he would likely be chased and attacked by Youyouzi.

But Gu Chi wasn't very afraid.

He had confidence in his acting skills.

After dealing with the real prophet yesterday afternoon, Gu Chi made a lot of preparations.

First, he went to the Iris Church to register his personal information and become the only registered prophet in the city.

Of course, he used Chase Lee's name.

The Omuda District seemed to be a completely isolated area from the outside world, like a utopia that blended various styles. For Chase Lee, he was a new outsider in the Omuda District, and the Iris Church knew very little about this prophet, except for a name and "recommended by Bishop Mura." The church didn't ask him to take off his mask during the registration process, perhaps out of "mystery." They just gave him a bag of gold coins - half of which was a free gift in consideration of Bishop Mura's face, and the other half was a pre-paid reward.

The church arranged a job for him, divining for 3-5 residents every day to gather more faith for the church.

With weekends off and normal holidays.

And a formal contract.

In this way, from fingerprints to handwriting, to the first impression, he was the real prophet, and there were basically no flaws.

Gu Chi took the money and recruited five maids and a chef from the city's labor center.

It was unacceptable for such a large mansion not to have any servants.

It also didn't fit his noble prophet identity.

On the way, Gu Chi saw many people of different skin colors, including many Eastern faces in the Iris Church.

The Omuda District was not only a mix of architectural styles, but also a mix of people, which made Gu Chi more at ease. Even if he didn't wear a mask, he wouldn't be suspected because of his appearance.

A sufficient number of high-end clothing was also a necessity for nobles. Gu Chi bought twenty pairs of shoes, half of which were women's.

In addition, Gu Chi also learned the starting movements and lines of the prophet, and learned that the color of his robe was not ordinary dark blue, but a Klein blue symbolizing ideals and faith. Gu Chi specifically found a painter to mix the same color and personally wrote four words on the wall of the basement with it -

Ashes of Annihilation.

Chase Lee saw it every time he opened and closed his eyes.

Even in his dreams.

Gu Chi was trying out a very new way of playing.

"Lord Chase, your breakfast is ready," a respectful female voice sounded outside the door.

The maids of this era were very professional.

They would get up promptly at half past five every day, quickly wash up, put on their uniforms, comb their hair back, neatly tuck it under their hats, and then come down from the top floor, which Gu Chi used as a "maid corridor," to start work.

The first thing was to clean the kitchen.

Then boil water for tea.

Since Gu Chi didn't hire a doorman, one of them had to take on the role of a doorman, polishing every pair of shoes inside the house, and selecting a pair to be placed outside before Gu Chi came out.

They also had to clean and wake up the female chef to help prepare breakfast.

Except for the basement, they had to ensure that every place Gu Chi saw after coming out of his bedroom was spotless.

They also had to go to the garden gate to collect the newspaper when the delivery boy arrived.

Within just an hour and a half, they had too much to do, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were racing against time.

Fortunately, Gu Chi didn't get up so early and didn't plan to go downstairs for breakfast, so the maids could relax a little.

With Gu Chi's permission, a young maid named Elisa entered the bedroom with a silver tray and quietly laid out the exquisite breakfast on the table, then quietly left.

Another maid was responsible for opening and closing the door.

There was only one master in the house, but there were two breakfasts.

This was the last thing Gu Chi did yesterday - using the Speech Spirit Technique to bring Xia Ling directly to him.

At this moment, the girl was sleeping soundly on the soft, round bed.

Gu Chi put down the newspaper, stretched lazily, got up from the recliner, and walked over to pull back the girl's blanket.

"Breakfast is ready, get up and eat before going back to sleep."

His wake-up service had always been so rough and simple.Xia Ling groggily opened her eyes and saw the familiar man by the bed, suddenly realizing something was amiss.

She glanced at her pajamas and instantly, all traces of sleepiness vanished, both shocked and angry, she said, "You scoundrel, what did you do to me while I was sleeping last night?"

"Huh?" Gu Chi didn't react immediately.

Xia Ling tugged at the hem of her garment and said, "Just look at my clothes."

Gu Chi actually bent down to take a closer look, but he didn't notice anything amiss.

They were dry and clean, with only a few wrinkles from her own tossing and turning in sleep—what did that have to do with him?

"Is there something wrong with your clothes?" Gu Chi asked, puzzled.

"The clothes themselves are the biggest problem."

"What were you up to last night?"

Xia Ling accused, "Why is it that after sleeping with you all night, my clothes are still on me?"

Gu Chi slowly typed out a question mark: "…?"

Xia Ling huffed, "You should reflect on your actions."

Gu Chi: "…"

Alright, time to reflect.

He moved his foot, pretending to pounce on her.

Xia Ling immediately hopped out of bed, darting away faster than a rabbit. Her serious, seemingly angry little expression turned into a playful smile.

"Time waits for no one; it's breakfast time now." Xia Ling said with a giggly smile as she slipped on her slippers and went to the washroom for a quick freshen up before sitting down at the table.

"The chef you hired is quite skilled," Xia Ling commented as she tasted a spoonful of baked beans in tomato sauce, "It has a very authentic British flavor."

Gu Chi also sat down: "If you like it, eat more. It helps with blood replenishment."

Tomato sauce doesn't actually replenish blood, but it can promote iron absorption.

Xia Ling asked curiously, "Why the need for blood replenishment all of a sudden?"

Gu Chi replied, "Just because."

Xia Ling: "?"

Gu Chi bit into a piece of toast with bacon and mumbled, "Maybe someone will bleed in the next few days. It's best to be prepared."

"Pfft!" Xia Ling blushed and glared at Gu Chi, "Eat properly, no driving."

Gu Chi shook his head, amused, taking the girl's antics as her usual mix of naivety and playfulness.

He didn't realize that Xia Ling was actually putting on a show for him.

Otherwise, how could she launch a surprise attack and take down Brother Gu Chi in one fell swoop?

Xia Ling was very clear that Gu Chi had always been holding back, never taking the initiative for fear of spilling the water. In this respect, Gu Chi was indeed a very Zen person.

If he sensed her intentions and became guarded, she might strip naked and lie in bed, and Gu Chi might still resist.

Hadn't he restrained himself when he slept with Xia Leng?

This man had the willpower of a saint.

Thinking of the worst-case scenario, what if Gu Chi considered Xia Leng's feelings and decided to sleep in separate rooms?

That wouldn't do.

Courage is a consumable; it fades with time. Xia Ling, accustomed to being timid, wasn't sure how long she could stay brave, so it was best to succeed in one go.

Having been Gu Chi's Green Plum for so long, Xia Ling had learned a thing or two.

This instance only lasted 18 days.

She and Gu Chi had talked late into the night yesterday.

According to their plan and speculation, the first few days were the easiest; they didn't have to do much but enjoy life and take the opportunity to inquire about the Ashes of Annihilation.

Xia Ling was from the corporate faction, and her personal mission conflicted with Gu Chi's civilian status, so she naturally chose to give it up, leaving only one common task that wasn't urgent.

Once Gu Chi's reputation as a prophet spread, other players would naturally come to him.

Not just Youyouzi.

Anyone needing to find a person or an item would find it much easier with a prophet's guidance.

These veteran players with high attributes would surely be cunning and shrewd, quickly realizing this—by sticking with the prophet, they could expose most other players.

If everyone thought this way, then they might as well gather together and compete in acting skills to see who was the best performer.

This was also the effect Gu Chi wanted.

Playing games is more fun with more people.

By then, their mansion would become incredibly lively, even potentially becoming the final battlefield, possibly ending the game early.

And what Xia Ling needed to do was to take advantage of the time before she and Gu Chi got busy, to find a moment to let this guy be a real beast.

Like tonight.

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