"Ah, the Rakshasa matter has indeed spread everywhere..."
"I'm afraid even the big shots of this world outside the Glory Festival have already started discussing this matter."
"Truly remarkable, Moro."
Fern effortlessly killed the tall wild wolf before her with her longsword, while removing one of its eyeballs and storing it in her leather pouch, muttering to herself.
"Great, great, plus the two Moro gave earlier, I've already t the clearance condition... I just need to keep a low profile from now on... Should I change my identity? Seems unnecessary!"
"But after hanging out with that Rakshasa Moro for a while, I wonder if I've entered the sight of those guys... Tsk, although NPC attention isn't necessarily worse than player attention, being noticed in this world, at this ti, in this way, is it good or bad?"
She kept muttering, then tapped her own head with the sword hilt.
"Alright, alright, alright, enough of this, A-Fern, this dungeon isn't that simple... Although I thought I could freely ss with those simple-minded guys once I got to the Black Marsh world, there seems to be so incredible characters mixed among the players this ti."
"Even the Psychological Society's 'Arrogant Tongue' has appeared... Tsk, and that Psychological Society guy was actually being controlled by soone else, truly astonishing."
"And that guy in the combat suit... Why did he go to that Furnace Fire and deliberately ntion the Rakshasa? Although Moro didn't explain it to , could that guy have also made so agreent with Moro? If so, he's also a really bold and reckless fellow—just his deception skills aren't clever enough."
"These two people need to be guarded against, guarded against, and guarded against again, A-Fern, you've kept a low profile for fifty-five dungeons, you absolutely, absolutely must not attract attention among the players!"
Her muttering grew faster and faster, then...
"Snap!"
A faint footstep ca from behind;
sothing had stepped on and broken a small branch behind her.
Hearing this sound, Fern was stunned for a mont, then let out a long sigh.
"I knew it... When I felt sothing was off, it was already too late."
She turned around and saw a player.
An ordinary-looking man, wearing athletic wear.
At first glance, the other person didn't seem unusual, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were sowhat unfocused compared to a normal person's.
As if he were in a "sleepwalking" state.
"Hey, hello, want to team up?"
Fern looked at him, placing one hand on her hip while holding her sword protectively in front of her with the other.
"I say, you're the guy causing chaos at the Healing Station, right? Don't think I don't recognize you."
The player smiled and spoke.
"Yes, and I have no intention of hiding or deceiving about it."
"In that case, if you want to team up, you should co in person," Fern cautiously declined. "What if you plan to possess ?"
"You can rest assured about that, miss," the other person still spoke politely. "To show my sincerity, I can directly tell you the principle and thod of how I control others... The answer is entering dreams."
"I can invade others' dreams and engage in bets and gas with them within the dreams. Only by losing to in the ga... do they temporarily lose control of their body and soul for a period of ti."
"And the right to play or not play this ga, the decision is even in the other party's hands."
Hearing the other's calm words, Fern spat.
"That makes you even more terrifying, okay? This ans you can use so kind of rhetoric to deceive them, willingly making these guys lose their bodies to you, then die confused!"
"You're already this strong, yet you still co to for cooperation... for what?"
Fern couldn't help but ask even more warily.
The other person laughed.
"Of course, out of respect for your strength."
"Rather than cooperation, I more so have a few questions to ask you."
Fern raised an eyebrow. "About that Rakshasa? I can only tell you, I just temporarily used him, or we used each other... I don't know much about him either."
"No, it has nothing to do with that Rakshasa."
The controlled player spoke again. "What I want to ask more is, how much do you know about that player who spoke to the Furnace Fire at the Healing Station and then mysteriously disappeared?"
"I think... he should also be in a cooperative relationship with the Rakshasa!"
Fern was very surprised, then nodded. "As expected, you think so too."
"Great minds think alike."
That player seed slightly disappointed. "It seems you're not familiar with him either."
"Of course, that guy feels like he has a split personality," Fern waved her hand, complaining. "Always feels like his deception skills are sotis good, sotis bad..."
"Then, although you're not familiar with him, do you have other 'player' partners? Teammates, accomplices... things like that?"
Fern looked at the other person, flexing her wrist.
"Also no... why do you ask this?"
As Fern spoke, that player said, "I know there is a player I recognize in this dungeon;
rather, I ca chasing after him."
"But so far, I haven't discovered his whereabouts."
Fern raised an eyebrow. "So, you're looking for him?"
"Yes... and you weren't very honest with just now."
That player spoke, saying calmly, "You lied to ... In this dungeon, you do have a 'partner' who is a player."
Fern's expression changed slightly, then she slowly raised the longsword in front of her.
"Ha... coming for , huh? Should've said so earlier."
"Although I don't know when you started targeting , but... it seems now I have no choice but to leave you here."
Saying this, she raised her sword and charged at that player.
"Swish!"
The longsword slashed across the other's throat, then that player collapsed almost without any resistance.
Blood flowed out, and Fern frowned.
"As expected, puppets just aren't worth pitying... Killing more is aningless."
"Still need to find that guy's main body location!"
She murmured, then took out the Crow's Head again, biting her finger and saring blood on it.
"I choose to consu one 'change' in exchange for one 'truth': Respected and great God of Change, tell ... In this dungeon, where exactly is that guy hiding in the shadows, constantly using hypnosis to enter others' dreams?"
Not far behind Fern, Lin Yu crouched on a tree, draped in camouflage. Watching this scene, he couldn't help but sigh.
"As expected, the number of questions for that crow item isn't just two..."
"And—the usage of this item isn't as simple as just asking questions."
But no matter what...
Now, Twenty's hiding place has also been obtained without any effort.
After all, Lin Yu is particularly good at being the fisherman and the oriole.
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