In Room Eight, the conversation continued. Jiu Tian didn’t know what Blank was plotting, nor did he know what the experts outside were doing.
Perhaps they had already earned a lot of points.
Perhaps Sin had already found a perfect way to clear the game.
However, that no longer concerned him.
“This matter, to put it plainly, is just pointless talk...”
“If you want to ask me about this matter, then you should really be asking yourself first.”
“Before I can be certain of this matter, I have to ask if you’re certain. And before I’m certain, first of all...”
Facing a divine envoy whose attacks were mainly spiritual shocks, his mind had long since hovered on the brink of collapse.
Such meaningless words consumed the least mental energy, allowing him to keep talking.
But as a result, he no longer had the energy to control himself or use an Exit Coin.
As a member of the Red Robe Task Force, he thought he could quit the game and retire on his merits, but in reality, he remained here, carrying out his mission.
His rambling nonsense, which looked like amusing nonsense literature, had everyone watching the game live-stream burst out laughing.
This kind of tactic actually worked!
However, the elders in the Elders’ Council, who had been closely watching this game, were not laughing.
The Grand Elder silently watched everything on the screen, speechless.
In his judgment, Jiu Tian was already sentenced to death!
In his current state, he no longer had the ability to use an Exit Coin.
“This comrade... sigh, maybe our orders weren’t very clear.”
A somewhat frustrated voice came from the Elders’ Council.
In fact, from the moment Perfect Life was defeated, Jiu Tian’s mission was already complete, and there was no need to continue struggling.
But he couldn’t see that!
He only started watching the game after the delay began and missed the following bullet comments and prompts.
“There’s no way around it. Once the game starts, these problems will occur,” another elder said.
As everyone felt a bit regretful, the Grand Elder stood alone at the front, hands behind his back, silent.
Where others could not see, his lips trembled slightly, his mood unsettled.
He had seen too many such scenes over the long years.
The same cycle again.
The same outcome...
Are we the bravest talents doomed only to die bravely?!
...
“Tsk, Perfect Life lost. That’s no problem then.”
The Despair Divine Envoy sat irritably across from Jiu Tian, having already learned the news.
As the game entity, after entering the game, he had to obey the rules, but he still retained the privileges of a referee.
For example, although he didn’t know who was in that room, since he had seen all the players before, he roughly understood each person’s state.
Perfect Life... clearly something was seriously wrong with his aura.
Sin’s side also seemed off, the aura restless—probably wounded in battle.
Hmm, good.
But having himself dragged down was still a big problem.
Apparently, there was a woman named Chiyo Eine in this game, whose main strategy was harvesting the weak. It was unclear how she was doing.
And the disruptive voice—whoever it was—had exposed everyone’s room numbers too early, making him feel that his time was a bit tight.
Chiyo Eine’s aura was strong. Judging by this, she definitely hadn’t encountered those few guys before.
Tsk, damn it. Why don’t they just kill each other off already?
But whatever...
He glanced at Jiu Tian and, sensing the man’s state teetering on the edge of collapse, felt there was no need to wait any longer.
If he waited longer, what if the easy target they just confirmed ran off to another room?
Saying that, he raised his hand and injected a stream of black energy into the other’s mind.
Normally, physical attacks weren’t allowed during verbal battles, but this move wasn’t considered an attack.
It was a kind of “blessing.”
Only, it was a blessing of despair.
Jiu Tian’s words instantly stopped. Absolute pain flashed across his face for a moment, then he sank into depression, lowering his head with no further movement.
He looked as if he were dead.
“Heh heh, one unworthy of such grace.”
The Despair Divine Envoy sneered disdainfully, then turned and left the room directly.
He had won, points +1.
Now, it was time to find the last person. What was the name again?
Blank, right.
...
In Room Nine, Lu Ce sat cross-legged.
At this moment, Laziness’s fatigue had reached its peak, basically about to collapse from exhaustion any second!
His bloodshot eyes seemed to tremble every moment.
Damn it, why hasn’t anyone come yet!
Suddenly, the entire room darkened significantly, as if night had fallen without any warning.
In the pitch-black room, something twisted and writhed, seeming to want to coalesce and burst forth, emitting a terrifying aura.
But Lu Ce naturally felt nothing. He slowly lifted his head and looked toward a spot in the room.
Under his gaze, a figure formed from the gathered darkness—like countless shadows converging.
The Despair Divine Envoy appeared, shrouded in black smoke!
“Heh heh heh...”
With his arrival came gusts of cold wind, carrying his sinister laughter.
On the smoke-formed face, a blood-red wide mouth opened, but as soon as he entered the room, his laughter abruptly stopped.
The smile that had just appeared instantly vanished.
Wait...
That dark green mask?
What does it mean?!
You’re telling me that the one called Perfect Life lost to a woman he’d never heard of?!
What was her rank? How did this happen?!
The Despair Divine Envoy felt like he was about to explode. Looking at “Sin” before him, he sensed his plan was in serious trouble.
“Heh heh heh heh...”
Another sinister voice sounded in the room, and this time, it was Lu Ce’s turn to laugh.
“I’ve been waiting... for you... for a long time...”