In reality, in a desolate mountain in an unknown province or city.
The barren mountain was no longer what it once was. The already sparse forests had turned into rotten wood, and as far as the eye could see, it was a scene of decay.
Amidst this desolate landscape, a pair of long, gleaming white legs were rhythmically swinging back and forth on a massive tree stump.
Her fine, bluish-white hair fluttered in the wind, while the dagger in her hand spun and twirled.
Such a peaceful and leisurely scene would truly be considered tranquil if it weren't for the "wooden stake" standing nearby, who dared not speak out against his anger.
Unfortunately, the person who ruined all the beauty did not feel guilty, because the "wooden stake" belonged here, while that color was clearly that of an outsider!
Outsiders deserve to die!
But if the outsider brings an imperial edict... that wouldn't be a problem either.
Indeed, the person silently staring blankly while brandishing a dagger is Poison. This [Corrupted] chosen one, devoid of desire, is idly occupying someone else's territory and relaxing himself.
Qu Yan stood silently to the side, waiting.
Just like his name, and just like the current situation, he remains silent and resigned.
After the special trial ended, Poison came here. This was not her first time here. After she and Chameleon found their second faith under the Foolish Lord, they "spontaneously and instinctively" formed a subtle alliance.
Poison felt that this was a group of weak players banding together for warmth, while Qu Yan believed that subordinates should unite as one, only in this way could they solve problems for Lord Yuxi and please the gods.
Therefore, when Poison said that he had encountered Lord Foolish Play again and brought him an imperial edict, Qu Yan remained silent.
This wasn't a sign of resistance, because he believed in silence.
Just by looking into those excited eyes, you could tell that the other person was not at peace. He desperately wanted to know what Master Yu Xi had said, but Du Yao just wouldn't say, and simply kept emptying his mind in the mountains.
Only after the sun had set and the mountain wind had grown cold did she sheathe her dagger and smile at Qu Yan, saying:
"I told the master a big secret, and as a reward, the master gave me you, this little chameleon, as his subordinate."
Before the words were finished, Poison flew up, a flash of silver light from the dagger between his fingers, deflecting a withered vine arrow, then flipped back and landed steadily on the decaying leaves, saying in a mocking tone:
"What, is the chameleon going to rebel?"
Qu Yan's face darkened, and he ignored the other party.
He knew that Lord Fool wouldn't make such a decision. He might not understand Fool, but he understood himself.
Players like myself, who are "unknown," are unlikely to be mentioned by adults unless they encounter them. Otherwise, the other party would not have refrained from assigning me any other tasks for so long.
He knew the poison was deceiving him, but he still held onto hope. After all, who could refuse to follow a god in this game?
Unfortunately, when the poison uttered those words, Qu Yan's expectations were shattered. He put away his bow and arrows, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes.
Seeing that he had lost his fun, Poison sighed with a complicated expression, sat down on the ground with Qu Yan, and shook his head, saying:
"What exactly does the lust for power taste like?"
I'm not lying to you. I did see the adult, and I did tell him a secret.
"Drahirko is dead. Before he died, he took my desires with him. Now I'm like you, a 'silent' believer, unsure how to 'express' myself."
Qu Yan remained unmoved, seemingly unaware of Delacroix.
Seeing that the conversation was going nowhere, Poison sighed again, looked into the distance, and said softly:
"Sometimes I envy people like you. You don't know anything, but you can be full of energy for the goal of becoming stronger."
But what's the use of trying so hard? In the end, won't we just die in a daze at the end of the era?
If I told you that this world is already hopeless, that everything you see is just a wedding dress woven for others, and that gods are fighting over nothing but a fool's game, would you still feel that your life, your game, has any meaning?
"......"
Qu Yan remained silent.
Poison didn't expect any response. She didn't know what she was doing or what she should be doing. She just instinctively wanted to continue her game mode and try her best to play the role of her original self.
Seeing that it was getting late, she stood up, dusted herself off, and left without a word.
After the poison's figure disappeared, Qu Yan raised an eyebrow and took out a pair of earplugs from his ear.
Yes, he didn't hear what Poison said after that. After Poison tricked him once, he no longer wanted to listen to this "wicked woman's" lies.
Indeed, the more beautiful a woman is, the less trustworthy she is.
Thank goodness I didn't listen.
...
Nothingness, a gap in the rules, beyond the world.
When a flaming greatsword shattered the tranquility of the place, a dark and indistinct face was revealed in the alternating light and shadow.
"Grand Marshal" Hu Wei.
This is the first time he has returned here since he discovered it!
The reason he returned here was simple: he discovered that the wooden bell he used to connect with Wei Mu had disappeared.
As a player with an extensive network of connections, Hu Wei values the contact information of every "friend" extremely, especially those chosen ones. So when he discovered that Mu Ling had disappeared, he instinctively felt that something had happened.
However, upon reviewing the entire trial, he found nothing unusual, and no teammates had contacted him.
Although the tricksters were leading the way throughout the trial, he was certain that he had remained conscious the whole time and had never used the wooden bell. So how did the wooden bell disappear?
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