Under Lu Ce's relentless interference, the remaining players' gaming experience could be said to be quite exceptional. Eventually, Lu Ce suddenly realized he might have discovered a blind spot in his approach.
Perhaps this whole process could be simplified.
He walked to the bedside, extended his hand, and gestured to the princess.
Princess: "......"
"You really are... beyond words."
Strangely enough, under Lu Ce's overwhelming presence, the princess's ntal state actually improved slightly, becoming less frenzied than before. After so consideration, she looked at the golden mask that brooked no refusal and handed over the button in her hand.
Do whatever you want...
"Is there a problem?" Lu Ce took the button as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I'm actually doing everyone a favor. People who serve no purpose shouldn't waste their own or others' ti."
"How do you know they're unnecessary people?" Though she had obediently handed over the button, the princess couldn't help retorting defiantly.
"Because my presence here makes everyone else unnecessary."
At that mont, the door opened, and the next attendant entered.
"Greetings..."
Without even turning his head, Lu Ce pressed the button toward the door.
The action was as casual as turning off a television, so natural it made the princess lying on the bed twitch at the corner of her eye. Two guards imdiately entered and perford all the duties expected of NPCs, carrying the person away.
This caused subsequent attendants to question their entire worldview, even wondering if this was actually part of the ga's design! Was their role simply to enter the room, take one look, and then get carried away?
While it made for a comfortable gaming experience, they had no idea what was actually happening.
"Aren't you... being a bit too hasty?" The princess felt that watching this madman beside her had sohow improved her own ntal state as she spoke with a headache.
The speed was so fast... it was as if he had read a ga guide and was speedrunning through the content.
"On the contrary," Lu Ce replied, "what would constitute not being hasty? Letting them co in to spout nonsense, then carefully coaxing you while watching you have an episode?"
"That would be the real waste of ti!"
"What they're doing is completely aningless anyway."
The princess swallowed hard, staring at the domineering golden figure before her but unable to formulate any counterargunts. Truth be told, she didn't even know what she did every day herself—it was all just habit, following a set routine.
"What about that girl who recognized you earlier? Do you think what she did was pointless too?"
"She hasn't been doing pointless things for just one day," Lu Ce smoothly retorted.
Princess: "......"
"Actually," Lu Ce suddenly changed his tone unusually, turning back to speak calmly, "should we discuss sothing?"
This tone made the princess freeze. She never expected words like "discuss" could co from this man's mouth. Instinctively, she responded:
"Discuss what?"
But then she was overwheld by an imnse pressure that made her instinctively want to retreat, leaning backward on the bed.
Lu Ce stood perfectly straight, his golden mask tilting slightly as he looked at the princess. An aura emanated from him—like a towering deity exuding an intimidating presence.
"How about we stop playing these charades and guessing gas? I have absolutely no interest in them."
"How about you just tell everything?"
"All those secrets. All those things hidden beneath the surface. All those things that terrify you."
"Whether it's forced marriages, mory alterations, or any other nonsense."
"You tell directly, and we can forget about all this other business."
"I'll handle it!"
"I'll chop them all up to end this quickly—how does that sound?"
The princess's mind instantly spiraled into madness. Looking at Lu Ce, she seed to see sothing terrible, instinctively wanting to scream. But the terrifying pressure kept her lucid, leaving her staring at the golden mask with cold sweat.
Was this thing even human?
What exactly lay beneath that golden mask? How could anyone emanate such high-level pressure?
It wasn't killing intent or anything like that—just a pure, overwhelming sense of inferiority he imposed.
Like facing a moving mountain—the mountain doesn't want to kill you, it doesn't even care about you, but its path might crush you regardless.
This feeling even reduced the barrage of comnts in the ga's live stream.
[Wait, what's happening? Why do I feel inexplicably guilty watching this stream?]
[He's literally scaring the ga NPC...]
"I... I actually don't know. I don't know what you're talking about—what conspiracies or adversaries."
The princess struggled to maintain rationality.
If Xie Antong's approach had been about manipulating human nature—comforting while extracting information—then Lu Ce's thod was practically indistinguishable from interrogation!
"Also... how can you be so sure that even if sothing is controlling all this, you'd definitely win?"
"Does winning require a reason?" This ti, it was Lu Ce's mask that displayed a puzzled expression. "Only losers need to make excuses for themselves. I just need to win."
Princess: "......"
"But—"
"Forget it, you clearly have nothing useful to say." Lu Ce shook his head disappointedly, his oppressive aura diminishing slightly. "The mont you consider what to do if you fail, you've already lost. But I suppose that aligns with your ntality."
"The ntality of the weak," Lu Ce added.
So arrogant!
The word instantly surfaced in the princess's mind—an arrogance so extre it felt unreasonable. This couldn't simply be explained away as ntal illness!
"Haven't you ever encountered sothing that left you completely helpless?" the princess asked helplessly, her eyes reflecting contemplation, confusion, and even a hint of fear. "That kind of situation where..." She seed to be recalling sothing unpleasant, searching for the right words.
But Lu Ce cut her off.
"Never!"
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