The nine magic books brought back by the Ghostly Child contained hundreds of skills.

Xia Ling had tested them all one by one, and it was already evening.

Gu Chi, of course, did not miss out on these skills, they were all Dao Yun.

When he quickly flipped through the contents while pretending to check, Gu Chi revisited some skills that he hadn't learned before, adding a total value of three Enlightenment Elixirs.

Tonight's dinner was charcoal-grilled lamb chops, and as soon as the two returned to the villa, they could smell the aroma.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Xia Ling's eyes lit up.

Testing skills was a very physically exhausting process, several hours of continuous exercise, more tiring than studying with Professor Gu. She was already hungry.

Originally, she planned to take a bath before eating, but upon smelling the delicious aroma, Xia Ling changed her mind and decided to eat first and then bathe!

"Your sweaty smell won't affect your appetite?" Gu Chi said with a hint of disdain, but at the same time, he had the maid bring a towel over, pulled the girl to the dining table, and carefully wiped the sweat from her face, neck, and collarbone. There was no sign of him being truly disgusted.

At this moment, Xia Ling's cheeks were rosy, with fine sweat on her forehead and a few strands of hair sticking to her fair neck, reflecting a moist and clean feeling under the light, inexplicably alluring.

Perhaps this was why sporty girls were always so popular.

With her eyes half-closed in comfort, Xia Ling enjoyed Gu Chi's tenderness, letting this man gently wipe her cheeks, neck, collarbone, and the snowy skin below her collarbone with a towel. Her eyes were full of joy as she deliberately asked Gu Chi, "You're saying I smell bad, yet you're getting so close to me. Do you have some special fetish?"

"It actually smells good," Gu Chi said.

Marinated so well, how could it not smell good?

Xia Ling seemed to guess what he was thinking and blinked, "But I'm not wearing any makeup."

Gu Chi: "Is that so? I don't believe it."

Xia Ling: "Really."

Gu Chi: "Then you must have applied body lotion."

Xia Ling: "Huh? How did you know?"

She had never used body lotion in front of Gu Chi, and they were currently in a copy, so real-life body lotion couldn't be brought in, and there was none in this villa.

She was used to doing this after bathing when Xia Leng wasn't around. She would apply it after bathing and only then put on her clothes. How could Gu Chi know?

Could this guy even discern the scent of shower gel and body lotion by smell?

Gu Chi: "I tasted it, it's lemon-flavored."

Tasted??

Xia Ling: "..."

Her unexpected and unprepared response made her cheeks blush, but upon careful consideration, it seemed quite reasonable.

This guy really tasted it.

Not only tasted, but also licked it...

Gu Chi calmly said, "So, does this count as poisoning and murdering your husband?"

"Of course not," Xia Ling explained with a blush, "The body lotion I use is edible."

Gu Chi: "?"

"Is there such a thing?"

"See for yourself."

Xia Ling took out a small pale yellow box from her backpack.

[Morning Dew Beauty Cream (Milk and Lemon): A body lotion developed by the Wo Xing company, brightens and moisturizes the skin, long-term use can slightly increase Charm Points (also edible, taste varies from person to person).]

Although it was a product of the Wo Xing company, it was not a copy item, it was purchased by Xia Ling from the mall.

When this product was developed, Wo Xing was still just a company and had not yet upgraded to an enterprise.

If you knew more about the Wo Xing civilization, you would find that Wo Xing was not a good company. But one thing had to be admitted, apart from things like zombie potions, their legitimate products were quite good, and there was no need to worry about them being harmful when they were put on the game mall. Both she and Xia Leng used this.

Gu Chi's only comment on this was "rich woman."

But when it came to items related to attributes, the prices were generally over 3000 old coins, much more expensive than skincare products that cost 3000 in real life.

From the perspective of attribute enhancement alone, body lotion was only "slightly", and its effect should not be as good as high-end rice at the same price, making it a true luxury item.

"Gu Chi, when you get tired of it, I have others, I can change the flavor for you, or do you have any special flavors you like? I'll go buy them," Xia Ling said with a slightly red face and a hint of ambiguity in her smile.

Gu Chi thought for a moment and said, "I think it's better for you to choose the flavor you like."

Xia Ling's eyes sparkled, looking moved, "Does that mean that as long as I like it, Gu Chi will like it too?"

"Not really," Gu Chi said, "I just think that if you use a flavor you like, you'll be happier when you eat it."

Xia Ling: "???"

Eat?

Why should I eat?

Eat what?

At this time, the maid brought dinner over.

The faint fragrance on Xia Ling's body was immediately overwhelmed by the strong aroma of the spicy grilled lamb.

In an extra-large custom-made dinner plate, there was a whole piece of lamb chop, arched - it wasn't actually a whole piece, the female chef had skillfully cut the lamb chop into long pieces along the bone pattern and then pieced them back together.

Each rib was connected to a piece of meat, and because it had just been brought over, you could clearly see the tiny oil bubbles "sizzling" on top.

A small piece of meat was specially shaved off under the rib as a "handle" for easy holding.

Dining for nobles was very particular, it was undignified to just grab and gnaw at it, you had to hold the bone like eating kebabs, tearing and biting it bit by bit to appear elegant.

But players obviously wouldn't care about these affected rules.

Ignoring her growling stomach, Xia Ling picked up a lamb chop and prepared to enjoy it.

But as soon as she opened her mouth and hadn't eaten the lamb chop yet, she caught a glimpse of Gu Chi looking at her with a meaningful, half-smiling gaze.Xia Ling didn't know why she suddenly understood the meaning in Gu Chi's eyes. The blush on her face reappeared, and she stopped what she was doing, staring at Gu Chi and said, "Open your mouth!"

Gu Chi: "Why?"

Xia Ling directly stuffed the lamb chops into Gu Chi's mouth, blushing and humming lightly, "Before you feed me, I'll let you experience this feeling first, hmph!"

Gu Chi: "..."

Can it be the same?

The lamb chops are so fragrant.

Gu Chi took the opportunity to gnaw on the bones.

Fragrant and spicy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was also fed by Ling Meimei, and the taste was really good.

Without any surprises, this should be their last dinner in this instance. They ended this luxurious life with the greasy meat that nobles loved, which was considered quite perfect.

After dinner, the two rested on the sofa in the living room for a while, played a few rounds of Fireball Crush, and when the food in their stomachs had digested a bit, they returned to the bedroom.

Xia Ling went to take a shower, while Gu Chi changed into a bathrobe and lay on the bed, casually picking up a magazine to read.

His gaze stayed on the words on the page, but his mind was pondering the various situations that might arise tomorrow.

In this game, Gu Chi had basically done everything he could do. He couldn't do any better even if he started over. It's just that his attributes were really low, which was a disadvantage. It was very difficult to deal with top players like Strength 39.

He couldn't figure out what tricks the other party was hiding, so he could only take it one step at a time.

Although Gu Chi's rational analysis showed that their chances of clearing the instance were extremely low, in reality, he was very relaxed. He should be more relaxed than most players.

He wasn't the type of person to get nervous easily, and he was just considering all of this to make tomorrow's performance more open.

Most importantly, Ghostly Child gave him a lot of confidence.

He could just learn on the fly and directly use Ashes of Annihilation. Everyone would play together.

As long as the players dared to collectively turn against him and attack the prophet, he dared to do so.

"There's no need for the final stage without a prophet."

Flipping the table was something he was good at.

However, besides these more extreme situations, Gu Chi didn't plan to casually use the forbidden techniques.

In the Pure Land game, there was no mechanism to protect teammates. His big move could instantly kill everyone, including Xia Ling.

For him, the best result in this instance was for both him and Xia Ling to survive until the last moment and successfully obtain the key. This way, his idea could be maximized.

It might not happen, but if it did, Xia Ling had to be there. Otherwise, enjoying the victory alone would be as lonely as standing alone at the top of Mount Hua.

Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Xia Ling came out after taking a shower, and Gu Chi went to wash.

Gu Chi liked to log into the game's world channel to eavesdrop on players' conversations while taking a shower. But there was no world channel in the instance, so he could only look at his personal information and backpack. Gu Chi hadn't specifically opened his backpack in the past few days because he was afraid of feeling heartache when he saw the remaining amount of Enlightenment Elixir.

For his identity as a prophet, his Dao Yun expenditure was extremely high. He was constantly being checked by a group of veteran players. It was reasonable to confirm that he was a prophet and knew that all his attributes were at 999, so why did they keep checking on him?

Gu Chi didn't understand.

So he didn't want to look at his backpack, and he didn't even want to think about Dao Yun.

If he didn't want to, he wouldn't feel heartache.

But someone had to bring it up.

When Gu Chi came out of the bathroom, Xia Ling, who was lying on the bed, asked, "How many Enlightenment Elixirs do you have left?"

Gu Chi: "..."

He walked to the table in his damp slippers, picked up a water jug, drank a sip, and then said, "Can we change the topic?"

"Oh, I'm just concerned about you," Xia Ling said, "You're relying on the Speech Spirit Technique for your combat power now. If you're running out of Enlightenment Elixirs, I can help you figure something out."

"Not for the time being, it's not that serious," Gu Chi walked over, lifted the covers, and lay down next to the girl, saying, "Even if I run out, don't buy Memory Crystals."

648 old coins for 1 point of Dao Yun. We can't afford to play even if we have a mine at home.

The essence of needing more Dao Yun was to clear the instance better. If that's the case, why not buy "The Ark of Stars and Civilization" and clear the instance on the Wuqu Star? It's much cheaper than buying Memory Crystals.

Xia Ling turned over and hugged Gu Chi's arm, looking at him expectantly, "Gu Chi gege, won't you tell me how much is left?"

Gu Chi: "I won't tell you. It's definitely enough for the short term."

"Is it? I don't believe it," Xia Ling imitated Gu Chi's tone at dinner and said, "Unless you prove it to me."

Gu Chi glanced at the girl, "Do you really want proof?"

Xia Ling: "Yes."

Gu Chi: "Then don't regret it."

Xia Ling was puzzled, "Why would I regret it if you prove it to me?"

Gu Chi: "And don't say I'm bad."

Xia Ling was even more puzzled, "Does this have anything to do with whether you're bad or not?"

Gu Chi said, "You should know that I'm a person who does things with discretion. If I really don't have enough Dao Yun, I won't use it to play."

Xia Ling eagerly asked, "And then?"

Gu Chi: "Feed me cherries."

Xia Ling immediately replied, "Okay."

[Dao Yun -1]

Gu Chi: "?"

Wait, why did only 1 point of Dao Yun get deducted?

Before he could react, Xia Ling had already sat on him and casually turned off the light.

The room instantly became pitch black, covering the girl's blushing face.

Gu Chi felt a suffocating sensation, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Oh no, it seems like he's been tricked!

Outside the window, the night grew darker, signaling that it was late at night.

At this time, no matter what, he couldn't escape from being tricked.

The calm atmosphere in the room began to liven up.

The night in this city was also very lively.

Trams shuttled through various neighborhoods, taking people to the lively and colorful destinations, repeating the cycle all night long.

Coincidentally, it was also the weekend, and many people would stay up all night, including certain players.After all, it's the last day, and there won't be another chance to be reckless.

But no matter how much fun they had, they still needed to sleep.

Science has shown that after exhausting oneself, one often sleeps more soundly than usual, which is another form of combining work and rest.

It wasn't until the next morning at ten o'clock.

"Boom!"

Gu Chi and Xia Ling were awakened by a violent explosion.

Xia Ling liked to sleep on Gu Chi's chest, feeling safe and secure. Every time she opened her eyes, she could see Gu Chi's face, but she didn't have time to look at him now.

Gu Chi felt the same way.

Both of them looked out the window at the same time.

In the distance, a round airship was engulfed in flames, billowing black smoke as it plummeted diagonally from the sky, quickly disappearing behind the city's towering buildings. Then, with a loud "bang," it landed forcefully.

Xia Ling: "..."

Gu Chi: "..."

They guessed that it was the players who had caused the trouble.

The explosion of the airship and the impact of its crash should have been powerful enough to kill one or two players, perhaps?

They exchanged a glance and, tacitly, remained silent, waiting for the system prompt.

But after waiting for nearly ten minutes, there was nothing.

Gu Chi sighed regretfully, "What a pity."

Xia Ling complained, "No one died, and yet they disturbed our peaceful sleep. How rude."

Princess Qing Shu was in a bad mood.

"Should I go back to sleep?" Gu Chi asked.

Xia Ling: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Gu Chi glanced at his phone, "It's almost time. I'll go get ready."

Six hours of sleep was enough to keep him energized for the whole day.

"In that case, I won't sleep either. I'll help you." Xia Ling propped herself up, stretched lazily, letting the blanket slip off her back. Then she realized something was wrong, feeling a chill on her body. She subconsciously looked down, blushing when she saw herself exposed. She quickly pulled the blanket over herself, retreated back into bed, and pushed Gu Chi's arm, pitifully saying, "Father, you should get up first."

"We've been married for so long, and you're still shy?" Gu Chi teased, deliberately throwing off the blanket when he got up, then activated the Wind Child technique, slipping into the bathroom at lightning speed before Xia Ling could throw the pillow at him in embarrassment.

"You annoying guy." Xia Ling's cheeks flushed with anger, muttering, "You throw off the blanket and don't even look. Pah, pah, pah!"

It was mainly because she couldn't look.

Xia Ling had a great figure, with seductive curves and smooth, milky skin. Her long legs were especially alluring.

It was early in the morning, and it was easy to get carried away, so the Prophetess wasn't a good prophetess when she was feeling weak.

After Xia Ling got dressed, she joined Gu Chi in the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you something," Xia Ling said, looking at Gu Chi in the mirror, her mouth full of foam, "Yesterday, Wufang asked me if you were handsome. I said yes, and she said she would find a way to take off your mask and see how handsome you really are today."

Gu Chi: "..."

"You should be more modest."

"I can't. Being overly modest is a sign of arrogance."

Xia Ling: "I'm just being honest. You're objectively handsome."

Gu Chi: "Then I won't wear a mask today."

To avoid that charming woman suddenly making a move and exposing him.

It was almost noon, so they could skip breakfast. Gu Chi and Xia Ling made do with a light lunch and then began to give some instructions to the maids.

For example, there was a person in the basement who needed to be released at a certain time, and so on.

Gu Chi used the Speech Spirit Technique to set up a soundproof array in the basement, and the maids didn't know about the real Prophet's existence. Gu Chi also took the time to deliver the meals himself every day. Once he left, the villa would return to its original owner.

After arranging these trivial matters, Gu Chi had the maids move the large round table from upstairs to the garden and set up twelve chairs.

On the table were red wine and goblets, a divination crystal, and a mask.

"This is quite ceremonial," Xia Ling sighed.

Gu Chi was already in character, expressionless as he uttered two words, "Elegant."

"Okay, okay, elegant," Xia Ling laughed and didn't bother to talk to Gu Chi anymore, sitting quietly next to him, waiting for the players to arrive.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Ghostly Child was the first to arrive.

An hour early.

The young girl had changed her outfit again, this time wearing a JK uniform, a pure white shirt with a blue collar paired with a black and red plaid pleated skirt. She wore a down jacket over it, with only a hint of her long legs showing, covered by over-the-knee socks and a pair of black leather shoes. She looked youthful and beautiful, as if this was her true form.

There were no JK uniforms in this era, so the clothes, skirt, and shoes were all "equipment."

Gu Chi glanced at the Peeping Eye and saw that Ghostly Child's attributes had indeed improved, from 156 to 160.

Behind Ghostly Child were two workers carrying a large cardboard box, which Gu Chi guessed was the girl's "compensation."

When Ghostly Child saw Gu Chi sitting in the garden from a distance, a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face, and she ran over without bothering to hold down her skirt. Her hair and skirt fluttered in the sunlight, revealing leather safety shorts... perhaps they were just short leather pants, very trendy.

"Good afternoon, Prophet," Ghostly Child's sweet smile was infectious.

But Gu Chi seemed to be possessed by Xia Leng, calmly saying, "Take a seat."

After greeting Xia Ling and trying to test the waters, Ghostly Child asked Gu Chi tentatively, "Prophet, are you still mad at me?"

Gu Chi: "Hmm."

"Great," Ghostly Child said happily, "I knew the Prophet was magnanimous and wouldn't hold a grudge against me."

Gu Chi: "..."

He found that this young girl had quite a high emotional intelligence. Another person might have said, "I knew the Prophet wasn't so petty."

Ghostly Child asked again, "Prophet, are you not planning to wear a mask today?"

Gu Chi: "Hmm."

Ghostly Child: "Is it because the mask gets stuffy after wearing it for a long time?"

Gu Chi: "Hmm."

Ghostly Child agreed, "Not wearing it is the right choice. The Prophet is so handsome, he should be seen more often."Gu Chi: "......"

It was clear that the girl really wanted to chat with him.

But he wasn't that kind of person.

Seeing Ghostly Child starting to become a chatterbox, Gu Chi subtly signaled to Xia Ling.

Xia Ling chuckled and then started a conversation with Ghostly Child, helping Gu Chi out.

The second person to arrive was Vinegar Apple.

At first, he didn't recognize Gu Chi, but as he got closer and saw the mask next to Gu Chi, his eyes widened. "Are you the prophet, sir?"

Gu Chi nodded.

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He didn't even say "yes."

Ghostly Child's eyes curved into crescents, the prophet only said "yes" to her.

Vinegar Apple sat across from Gu Chi with a look of doubt.

He didn't understand why an NPC could be so good-looking that even he, a man, found him attractive.

No, he had to file a complaint!

After this game, he would give Little Broken Game a bad review. How could they create an NPC like this, undermining the players' sense of superiority?

Do they even know how to make a game?

The third person to arrive was Thomas Roundhouse Kick. He wasn't carrying a skateboard today and was dressed more formally. When he saw Gu Chi, he was momentarily stunned, then looked at Ghostly Child sitting next to Gu Chi and suddenly understood why this girl was so concerned about an NPC.

The group didn't chat much. After all, from this point on, they were no longer teammates, but enemies.

The fourth person to arrive was a journalist with the ID: "I'm really not a paparazzo."

Seeing Gu Chi without a mask, he seemed to have a professional reaction and, in surprise, took out his camera and took a picture of Gu Chi.

"Click."

He admired the freshly taken photo. "The prophet is really handsome."

Gu Chi, with a layer less of BUFF, said, "......"

Thank you.

Not long after, the Level 39 team also arrived.

They had finished grabbing the keys in the morning, escaped together, had lunch together, and now they came together.

The glamorous woman didn't expect Gu Chi to not wear a mask today. At this moment, seeing Gu Chi's appearance, her eyes shimmered slightly.

This man was indeed attractive. If Xia Ling was a fan of good looks, the surface logic would make sense.

But he shouldn't show himself in front of so many people.

As a prophet, mystery was the most important thing.

Others might not understand, but the glamorous woman understood very well. Most of the off-field information about the world view was provided by her. Her understanding of the Iris Church far exceeded all the players present.

Just by taking off the mask, the glamorous woman could confirm her guess - the prophet was not right.

Level 39 could understand Gu Chi's actions.

It was the finals, so what logic was there to follow?

Even if they guessed he was a player, so what?

With all attributes at 999, who would dare to touch him?

This was clearly the rhythm of showing off.

The Feng Shui Master didn't think so much.

He saw Ghostly Child and Xia Ling, two incredibly beautiful girls, sitting on either side of Gu Chi, and just sneered: Hmph, that's all.

The Level 39 team took their seats.

At this point - 13:46, all nine players had arrived, leaving one seat empty out of twelve.

Gu Chi called the maid to pour wine and looked at Level 39, saying, "You guys caused quite a stir today."

Level 39 helplessly said, "We didn't want to, but we didn't expect there to be a self-destruct device on the airship. We were still reasoning with the priest when someone directly detonated the airship."

The glamorous woman added, "The exit was on the roof of the main building of the cathedral. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we waited until the priest boarded the airship before taking action. We only thought about the few people, not this."

With that, she showed Gu Chi an apologetic smile. "I hope the prophet won't blame us."

Gu Chi said calmly, "You can punish yourselves with a drink."

The glamorous woman said, "Okay."

She drank it down quickly, and with half a cup of red wine, a faint blush appeared on her face. She sighed and said, "The taste of this wine is really good. I wonder if I can have another glass tonight."

Level 39 felt that this woman was talking a lot today, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and raised his glass to Gu Chi, then drank it all in one go.

Gu Chi tapped the table with his finger, as if to signal the maid to refill the wine.

The maid did come to refill the wine, and Xia Ling inexplicably had a feeling that the glamorous woman might be the first to be eliminated.

After Level 39 and the others finished their drinks, Vinegar Apple asked, "Did you get the keys?"

Don't blow up with the airship.

"We told you to rest assured," Level 39 laughed, taking out a diamond-shaped crystal. "There's a hole in the door, just put this in."

The man with the monocle had been paying attention to the empty seat the whole time. "Does the prophet know when he's coming?"

This seat should be reserved for the last player who doesn't join the group.

"Do what you need to do, he won't interfere with you," Gu Chi said.

In other words, no matter when this person comes, the prophet with all attributes at 999 will personally take him down.

The man with the monocle didn't say anything, just picked up his glass and took a sip of wine.

The glamorous woman played with her hair, smiled, and said, "Then we'll have to trouble the prophet."

Ghostly Child frowned slightly, ignoring the looks of others, and leaned in directly to Gu Chi's ear, whispering, "Prophet, be careful, she's trying to seduce you."

Gu Chi: "......"

His ear was itchy.

Ghostly Child's voice was very soft, almost just the sound of air moving from her lips, and even Xia Ling next to her didn't hear it.

But she could see it!

Sister, are you getting too close to my brother?

From her angle, Ghostly Child looked like she was about to kiss Gu Chi's face.

Everyone's gaze was very strange.

Just looking at this action, there was nothing wrong with it. It was just whispering, not a real kiss. If it was far away and everyone could hear it, could it still be called a whisper?Despite that, with the impression left by Ghostly Child's attitude towards Gu Chi yesterday, seeing this somewhat intimate gesture now made it hard for them not to speculate.

Thomas Roundhouse Kick felt a mix of emotions.

When he had warned Ghostly Child to distinguish between reality and the game, he had a bit of a selfish motive.

Such a beautiful girl was rare; how could she be obsessed with an NPC?

Why not take a look at him, a real person?

But now he realized that apart from being real, he seemed to be no match for an NPC...

The Feng Shui Master had already beckoned a maid over: "Hello, do you have lemons?"

Maid: "Yes, sir, how many would you like?"

Feng Shui Master: "Let's start with ten to eat."

Maid: "…"

Everyone: "…"

Only Power 39 could see clearly that being handsome was just one point of attraction for Ghostly Child, not everything. What Ghostly Child truly valued was Gu Chi's identity—in the eyes of the girl, Gu Chi was not a player, but an NPC.

She had mentioned bullying and hypocrisy before and said she couldn't stand deception. It was easy to imagine that her real life was not going well. Perhaps for Ghostly Child, she might prefer to trigger the old version's bug and be locked in the game forever, never leaving.

Ghostly Child didn't think there was anything wrong with her actions. Seeing everyone suddenly quiet, she tilted her head in confusion: "What's wrong with you all? Why aren't you talking?"

Everyone: "…"

What to say?

Admit to feeling jealous?

Power 39 coughed twice, promptly taking control of the situation and steering the conversation back on track. He grinned, showing his white teeth, and said, "It's about time. We've talked enough, let's get started."

Romantic entanglements were fleeting; only fists would always be by one's side.

Gu Chi straightened up slightly, picked up his wine glass, and moved a bit away from the round table, signaling everyone to feel free.

He wasn't participating, just watching the drama unfold.

The Seductive Woman looked at Power 39: "How do you want to fight?"

"As agreed, we'll first divide into factions, then we can do group battles or duels," Power 39 said meaningfully, scanning the crowd. "To prevent anyone from playing both sides, we'll write down our factions on paper and then reveal them."

Upon hearing this, everyone glanced at each other and then fell silent.

Power 39 took out the paper and pens he had prepared and distributed them to everyone.

Gu Chi silently chuckled.

It seemed that the big brother was also afraid of being ganged up on.

This was clearly a tactic to disperse the players' power.

The Monocle Man was the first to express his stance: "I have no problem."

Ghostly Child: "I have no problem either."

Xia Ling decisively picked up the pen, wrote down her faction, and covered the paper on the table.

"If no one objects, that's consent, right? Then write," the Seductive Woman said with a smile, also writing down her faction.

It was a simple matter.

Every player knew their identity upon entering the game; it only took writing two characters, how long could it take?

But a bunch of old hands took several minutes to write, not finishing.

Gu Chi sat in the main seat, watching them glance around like students trying to peek at answers during a college entrance exam, reluctant to put pen to paper.

Power 39 leaned back in his chair, completely relaxed, not in a hurry at all.

As long as they used this method to divide factions, these players couldn't gang up on him. It didn't matter how long they wanted to write.

Everyone has their own agenda, and without the opportunity to discuss and pass information, they couldn't reach a consensus.

Five minutes passed.

The players began to write one after another.

The Feng Shui Master, after thinking for a long time, suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! I remember my faction now!"

Everyone: "…"

Could you be any more dramatic?

Monocle Man: "Is everyone done? Who should start?"

Power 39 exuded strong confidence: "Let's do it simultaneously."

He didn't believe the other nine players could all write Church, Corporation, or Civilian.

If that were the case, even if he was ganged up on and eliminated from the game, he would accept it.

Power 39: "I'll count down from three, and we'll all reveal at once."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Whoosh!

Ten pieces of paper with factions written on them were flipped over at the same time.

Indeed, as Power 39 had thought, the nine players hadn't all written Church, Corporation, or Civilian.

But it was different from what he had expected—

Power 39: Government.

Monocle Man: Government.

Feng Shui Master: Government.

Seductive Woman: Government.

Drink More Lava: Government.

Vinegar Apple: Government.

Xia Ling: Government.

Ghostly Child: Government.

Thomas Roundhouse Kick: Government.

The last one, the Reporter… Government!

All Government!

Gu Chi: "?"

Everyone: "??"

Power 39: "???"

...

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