The girl's words stunned Viktor.
He frowned, his heart tightened, and he felt extremely surprised.
"What did you say?"
Did he mishear something?
The girl in front of him called him... "Player"?
In this world, apart from Victor himself, he had never heard anyone else mention the word "player".
In such a real world, who would treat this as a game?
Even Victor, over the past few decades, has almost forgotten about the "players".
He can no longer see the health bars or names above other players' heads, and no other players have appeared in this world.
He had long regarded this place as a real world separate from the game's background.
Whether it's Leah, Gwen, or anyone else.
In Viktor's eyes, they were all living, breathing people with flesh and blood, capable of anger and joy.
But when the girl uttered the word "player," all the sense of reality shattered instantly, like a mirror pierced by a bullet.
Is this world still a game?
Nagwen, Lia, and the others...
And what about Cocotte? How do you explain that?
"Huh? You can talk?"
Just then, the girl suddenly cried out in surprise.
Her gaze, filled with doubt and surprise, sized up Victor before she fell into deep thought.
"Wait a minute, shouldn't the player be mute?"
"And your reaction was wrong too; the player shouldn't be able to hear what I'm saying."
The girl rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on the ground, lost in thought.
However, she soon seemed to realize something, her eyes suddenly widened, her mouth slightly open, her face full of astonishment.
She withdrew her gaze, looked solemnly at Victor, and suddenly said:
"Or, you can just pretend I didn't say anything and leave without knowing anything—"
In an instant, a magic circle shimmering with converging light patterns rapidly formed behind Viktor.
Whoosh!
Magic emanated from his body, gathering on his shoulder and transforming into a radiant sword that swiftly thrust out.
The air was sliced open by a sharp blade, and the airflow roared throughout the room, with invisible waves crashing against the walls on both sides.
The azure trajectory pierced through the air, penetrating the inner lining of the wooden sofa, and stopped just centimeters away from the girl.
However, the girl remained holding the handle and offered no resistance.
That face, somewhat haggard from staying up late for so long, showed no fear.
She sat quietly on the sofa, watching Viktor silently.
At the same time, the cold, deep voice of the person in front of him slowly rang out:
Who exactly are you?
The girl chuckled softly.
"Hmm... I should be a god, like Zeus and the others."
“You can call me 'Hestia'.”
Viktor narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing beneath his obsidian-like crystalline pupils.
He scrutinized the girl before him who called herself "Hestia," exuding an incomparably sharp aura.
The magic array swirling behind them still shone brightly.
It was as if a sword blade would appear out of thin air at any moment and pierce through the girl's chest.
Faced with Victor's reaction, Hestia sighed helplessly, placed the handle between her legs, and shrugged in exasperation.
"What can you do even if you threaten me? I can't fight back against you."
"As you can see, I am just a weak girl with little strength."
Hestia showed great helplessness.
Seeing this, Viktor cautiously observed the girl in front of him, sensing the faint power emanating from her.
He discovered that Hestia was just as she had said.
She possessed no divine power; she was just an ordinary girl.
This made Viktor feel a little suspicious.
Why is this happening?
Wasn't Hestia a god?
But if she is a god in this game world, how does she know about the existence of 'players'?
"You must have a lot of questions now, right?"
Noticing that Viktor was deep in thought, Hestia stroked her chin, as if considering something.
"How about this? Your fight just now interrupted my power supply, so I can't do anything right now."
"If you restore the power to me, I'll tell you everything you want to know."
Victor frowned, and the array of light behind him grew even brighter, the outline of a magic sword even appearing in the air.
This expression made it seem as if he were questioning Hestia.
Are you trying to negotiate with me?
However, Hestia showed no fear in the face of Victor, who was displaying dangerous intentions.
Instead, he leaned back, slumped leisurely on the sofa, and smiled indifferently.
"Anyway, you can't do anything to me. Even if you kill me, I will be resurrected because of the name 'Hestia'."
"You and I aren't enemies, so you might as well appease me and I'll tell you everything you want to know."
"Oh, by the way, you cut off my power, and I didn't ask you for any more compensation; that's already being merciful!"
Thinking this through, Hestia's words revealed a hint of displeasure and annoyance. Her eyes darkened, and she began to blame the other person.
Victor snapped out of his daze, thought for a moment, and realized that Hestia's words made sense.
Even if he was absolutely confident that he could defeat Hestia, threatening her wouldn't get him the information he wanted to know.
If you push him too hard, they might fight you to the death, and you'll end up losing more than you gain.
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