Without turning around, Xie Antong calmly said:
"You've come. Are you here to take my points?"
"My room is the 'Martial' character. I know my own strength—I'm no match for you."
"Take them. Whether you spare my life or not is up to you."
The terrifying aura that had swept through the entire area instantly receded. The Creator stood quietly, looking somewhat amused.
He took a few light steps forward until he was beside Xie Antong, then looked down at her.
With a laugh, he scolded:
"Stop pretending, little one!"
"I'm already here. Still testing me?"
"Wasn't it you who asked me to come?!"
Hearing the Creator's words, the tension in Xie Antong's expression finally eased slightly, as if she'd let out a long-held breath.
Noticing the bulging veins and blood vessels near Xie Antong's eyes, the Creator frowned slightly.
"That drug of yours—don't overuse it. Don't think psychological side effects don't count as side effects."
As he spoke, he casually tossed her a strange vial, which Xie Antong caught steadily.
"My own concoction. Drink it if you trust me—might do you some good!"
Xie Antong nodded and said:
"If I didn't inject my own drugs, I wouldn't stand a chance in this game."
Without hesitation, she downed the entire bottle the Creator had given her.
After drinking, she pressed her temples, swayed slightly, then stood up to face the Creator.
Then she performed a deep bow of respect.
"Thank you for your help, senior!"
"Ah, enough of that." The Creator sidestepped with a horizontal movement, dodging the gesture, and said with a laugh:
"You seem polite, but you're no pushover."
"You had me all figured out earlier—didn't you already predict I'd help?"
Xie Antong's expression remained unchanged as she replied:
"That's because I trusted you would intervene, senior."
The Creator shook his head with a smile, then turned serious:
"Enough small talk. You wanted me to scout ahead—I've tried."
"Room Zero... doesn't exist!"
"There's no such room. I checked Room Ten too—also nonexistent."
"This seems... not good."
But after his words, Xie Antong's expression didn't change, as if she'd expected this.
"Mhm, just as I thought."
Creator: ?
"Oh? You already figured this out?"
"More or less." Rubbing her forehead, Xie Antong looked mentally exhausted.
Then she tentatively glanced at the Creator and asked:
"Senior... what are your plans this time? Going for a perfect clear?"
"Ha!" The Creator waved dismissively.
"I'm old—my time in the spotlight is past. At most, I'm just contributing what I can."
"This is your generation's stage now."
"I came mainly to ask one thing..."
His expression became slightly awkward.
Xie Antong gave him a questioning look.
"It's... what are your plans? Especially regarding that guy 'Sin'."
Xie Antong: ......
Her face turned solemn, remaining silent for a long while.
Finally, she uttered four words:
"Set a thief to catch a thief."
"Ah." The Creator scratched his forehead.
"Well... what happened on the island was indeed his fault. Honestly, even I was shocked."
"He tried to kill you—asking you to forgive him would be inhuman."
"But I think during critical moments, we should unite against common threats—"
Xie Antong's drug-enhanced face took on a eerie beauty as she sneered:
"Unite against common threats?"
"Hah. Our 'strongest player' probably doesn't think I'm worthy of 'uniting' with him."
Creator: ......
"Sigh. Back then, when desperate, we had to cooperate with Chiang's faction too."
"That was also a blood feud..."
"I understand. Thank you for your concern, senior." Xie Antong interrupted, bowing again.
The Creator reconsidered—some relationship issues escalated to life-or-death conflicts were best left alone.
He simply nodded and asked:
"Alright then. Need any other help?"
He'd said it casually, but Xie Antong turned to him with utmost seriousness:
"Actually, yes. A small favor."
"I've been waiting for you—after much thought, only you can help."
The Creator laughed.
"You don't hold back, do you? What is it?"
"Help me defeat someone."
"Who?" The Creator instinctively asked.
"Perfect Life."
Creator: ?
The Creator froze completely, staring at the girl's deadly serious expression, speechless.
Defeat Perfect Life?
You say that so casually?!
"No confidence?"
"Don't provoke me, kid!" The Creator waved frantically. "You call this a 'small favor'?"
"Because to me, your strength is unfathomable!" Xie Antong flattered, then added gravely, "And he must be 'crushingly defeated'!"
Creator: ???
"This is the most crucial part of my entire plan!"
"What a magnificent plan." The Creator's mouth twitched as he couldn't help but sarcastically remark.
"Your audacity... reminds me of a certain old Xie I once knew."
"Fine. Explain why I must give Perfect Life a 'crushing defeat'!"
......
Meanwhile, the first round of dialogue had officially ended.
Without pause, the second round began.
All rear-positioned players were hyper-alert, carefully scanning every corner of their rooms for potential enemies.
In Room Nine, a figure wearing a dark green mask sat cross-legged.
—"Sin".
His aura was wildly unstable, warping space around him like a black hole.
Behind the mask, two crimson eyes glared intensely!
The Laziness Mask—ten minutes awake required five minutes asleep.
Yet in nearly thirty minutes...
Lu Ce hadn't closed his eyes once!
He'd endured through sheer will!
Now, he was muttering madly to himself:
"What others can do... let them do it..."
"What I can avoid... I'll avoid..."
"You... can handle this, right?!"