As he spoke, Lust slowly raised his hand, seemingly stroking the invisible, intangible threads in the air.
Only now, those threads had dispersed considerably, perhaps because Xie Antong had realized the other party could transmit emotional influences across space.
Thus, the originally dense Heaven's Net surrounding Lu Ce had also thinned out significantly, giving off a feeling of taking a detour.
Whether it was the All-Seeing Eye, her potions, or even Pleasure's power, the consumption of spirit and emotion was exceptionally high.
She was like a steel wire already stretched taut; this kind of direct manipulation and bending of emotions was already completely unbearable.
Lust's single flick earlier had taken her quite a while to digest.
Slowly suppressing her turbulent emotions, she couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
How... could it be the Lust mask...
Emotional control, while not an ability that directly boosted combat power, could be terrifyingly effective if used well.
What would the overload form of this mask of his look like?
But since the other side had proactively called out to her, she naturally had to respond.
Out of habit, she glanced at her game page. This time, the live stream viewer count seemed relatively low.
After all, it was a world game; many people had been dragged in, so there weren't as many spectators.
However, this time, what needed to be done wasn't really related to her anyway.
What the world thought Divine Punishment was as an organization wasn't important; what they thought she was as a person wasn't that important either.
The most crucial thing was that she absolutely had to latch onto the rules set by "God"!
In front of Lu Ce, the buzzing of the All-Seeing Eye became exceptionally pronounced. Under high-frequency vibrations, a decisive, resolute voice came through.
"Of course it counts as a challenge!"
"Oh? In Pleasure's name, or with your own abilities?"
"With mine, all of it!"
After saying that, Lust keenly sensed something amiss, tilting his head slightly to the side.
An invisible energy thread shot straight towards his head.
But by the time he reacted and intended to counterattack, the thing had once again become imperceptible.
To get even a few fragments of Lu Ce's memories, Xie Antong had even resorted to tricks like feinting in one direction while attacking in another.
It was a bit like using all her tactics on her own side.
"Haha, interesting." Lust shook his head, a rare smile of interest appearing on the purple mask.
"Alright then, I'll reluctantly count you in."
"I wonder, how long does that guy called Lust intend to keep hiding?"
As he spoke, he twisted his wrist and simply threw the Black Knight out.
The Black Knight naturally understood the meaning. Following the action, it swelled with the wind, transforming back into that pitch-black, ferocious, massive motorcycle.
Thud!
With a dull thump, the heavy motorcycle landed heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust, and spoke immediately:
"So, have you made up your mind?"
"Don't you think it would be more reasonable to first figure out how to get that special card or whatever?"
Having watched Lu Ce not do anything serious for so long, the Black Knight also offered its suggestion as a motorcycle.
But obviously, it earned the disdain and mockery of the narcissist before it.
"Hah, the limitations of silicon-based life are indeed quite clear."
"This is a city of love and joy. Why are you always thinking about those useless things? Don't you find it boring?"
The Black Knight was speechless. Regarding Lu Ce's current condition, it really had nothing to say.
Right now, you don't even know who to aim your beams at, and in this game, combat prowess isn't that important either.
If you're not thinking about getting the ability card first, what else can you do?
"But, the rules all..."
"Rules? Where are there rules in life? The meaning of life is to experience and feel. Your attachments are too deep, no wonder you can only be a motorcycle."
"First of all, I am a motorcycle because I *am* a motorcycle. It has nothing to do with attachments or not," the Black Knight said, exasperated.
But it was being relatively obedient now, its voice growing softer as it spoke.
It had also realized that whatever it said essentially went unheard.
Lust was now starting to get into the groove, spreading his arms wide towards the seemingly beautiful city before him.
He said with a somewhat indulgent tone:
"The creation of this world is to serve me."
"No matter the challenge, Divine Messenger, victory or defeat, I will always be the one to win. I'm just here to enjoy myself, understand?"
"I don't understand. Of course, I know you probably won't listen to me anyway." The chatterbox Black Knight had met its match today.
In front of Lust, it seemed almost shy and introverted, utterly silenced.
"So just say it directly, what the hell do you want to do?"
"Hmm, as a city meant for my enjoyment, don't you think this place is far too boring?" Lust said lightly.
"The people here are too dull. So, I still need to find some fun for myself."
Black Knight: ...
"So you just want to stir up trouble, right? Whatever, get on."
The Black Knight had actually wanted to warn that everyone in this city could fire beams at you, and there was a risk you might get eliminated by someone very weak.
But the words reached its lips, and it decided it was better not to cast pearls before swine.
However, it soon noticed something strange. Lust wasn't getting on for a long time, and the purple mask even contorted into a somewhat disgusted expression.
"Hmm, you smell heavily of engine oil. Also, have you washed recently?"
Black Knight: ?
I'm gonna run you over!
...
In this city of love and hope, everyone was playing their own happy roles, carefully avoiding encounters with other participants.
But some people dared to do something different.
The massive roar of a motorcycle suddenly erupted, accompanied by some stirring music, shaking the air so clearly it could be heard several blocks away.
A player holding a large bunch of balloons, hawking them on the street, suddenly saw a blur as something seemed to teleport right in front of him.
His heart was instantly shocked, but he quickly suppressed it, maintaining the "happy" feeling, and habitually spoke up:
"Esteemed guest, you..."
"That smile is so fake. It's hideous. Maybe you shouldn't face me with that expression."