It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 544 Regret
The general, unsure how much the messenger had overheard, replied somewhat awkwardly, "It's nothing. We were just talking about the hidden boss, and we were wondering if you needed to move to another location."

The messenger approached and said, "If the hidden boss keeps lingering nearby, players won't be active here. If the situation isn't improved, the amusement park will become a mere shell of its former self. We really need to open up another area."

"It's such a pity to leave like this. The paradise has finally started to flourish." The witch threw away the pear core she had left and sighed. "Nowhere else would be as comfortable as here."

The witch's eyes darted around, then she suddenly smiled and turned to the messenger, saying, "How about this? You take the bishop and leave, while the general and I stay here. We can keep you informed of any movements the Hidden Boss makes."

The messenger said expressionlessly, "You must travel with the bishop; his health requires your regular maintenance. The general can stay behind; his identity is very useful."

The witch was immediately annoyed. "Every day I have to waste my energy on this meaningless thing. When will it ever end? I probably don't even have enough energy to protect myself! If he doesn't want to be a sheep, he should choose to reincarnate. My transformation technique only makes him look like a human; it doesn't change the fact that he's a sheep!"

The messenger's expression turned somewhat grim. "I've already said, reincarnation is a last resort, a desperate measure. Those three idiots you raised lost their reincarnation vessels, and now it's just you, me, and the doctor left. Whom do you want the bishop to reincarnate into?"

—There are two forms of reincarnation for the Demon King: one is random reincarnation, and the other is designated reincarnation.

The former is like rolling dice, randomly resurrecting from the body of a container, while the latter requires the Demon King to establish a connection with the container while he is alive, as if designating a successor before his death.

Without hesitation, the witch replied, "The doctor, of course! The meteor's escape from the maze is entirely her fault! She should have paid for it long ago. You've been too lenient with her, messenger!"

"Hey, calm down, calm down..." The general quickly acted as a peacemaker, advising, "We're all partners, there's no need to make things so ugly. The doctor made a mistake, but she didn't do it on purpose. Besides, she possesses the ability to heal, which can save lives in critical moments."

“The bishop can still use her cards after reincarnation,” the witch said.

The messenger sneered, "With one less vessel, the probability of being reincarnated into your body next time will be greater. You don't actually think that the bishop can live forever just by changing bodies, do you? Don't forget, as long as the hidden boss is alive, the bishop cannot log off and could be killed at any time."

The witch was silent for a moment, seemingly wavering, then frowned and asked him, "So what do you plan to do? Killing the hidden boss is impossible unless you can recreate the original team composition."

“It’s not impossible. After all, it’s not the Abyss yet, and there aren’t endless contaminants around it,” the messenger said slowly. “However, it is indeed difficult to assemble a task force. I need time to gather the manpower.”

The witch sneered, "Time? Time can't bring the dead Black Spot back to life, damn it! Nor can it bring the offline drunkard back online, the missing poet back, or make that delusional shooting star devoted to the bishop again!"

"What's the rush? I've already sent someone offline to contact the Drunkard." The messenger frowned. "As long as the Drunkard is willing to return to the game, we'll be the main attackers, along with the four paladins beside the bishop, and you and the healer as support..."

He paused here, probably realizing that there wasn't enough manpower, and frowned.

"We've suffered too many losses lately, and we need to promote a few Starlight members from below. The bishop can't be without protection when the expedition sets off." The messenger lowered his eyes in thought. "With the Star Society's current reputation, it will probably be difficult to attract top talents to join. We'll need to use points as a bargaining chip, but earning points requires entering the labyrinth..."

A hidden boss roams the park, and no player dares to team up to explore the maze here anymore.

"Hey, there's something I don't understand..." the general couldn't help but ask, "When the Star Society didn't have access to so many mazes before, how did they recruit experts? Back then, you probably couldn't afford to pay too many points, right?" The witch chuckled softly, her expression subtle.

The general, unable to bear it any longer, stared at the witch and said, "If I asked the wrong question, could you just tell me instead of mocking me?"

The witch took a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate, popping them into her mouth as she glanced sideways at the messenger, saying, "I'm afraid that if I say something too directly, it might hurt feelings."

"What?" The general didn't understand and even found the words somewhat ridiculous.

He was only noticed by the Star Society because of his useful identity. It was purely a matter of mutual exploitation between the two sides. What feelings could there be?
Then the witch said, "Points and cards are all cheap things. What's truly expensive and touching is faith. The drunkard and the poet joined the Star Society and worked for her because they believed the shooting star's nonsense."

The witch looked at the messenger with a half-smile, "In this respect, Meteor's methods are far superior to yours."

The messenger said calmly, "But you chose me in the end. Do you regret it now?"

"Regret?" The witch sneered. "There is a little bit of regret, but not for not choosing her. She took a dead end, and your path is not easy either. I really regret why I didn't log off back then. Now I've wasted so much time and effort on that brat, it would be too much of a loss to log off now."

A rare hint of warmth appeared on the messenger's indifferent face. "Witch, I've put in just as much effort as you have. I won't let everyone's hard work go to waste."

The witch wasn't buying it, coldly saying, "Then give me hope—if you can successfully defeat the hidden boss this time, I will continue to serve our esteemed bishop; otherwise, I will log off. Furthermore, I will not participate in this raid, nor in any high-risk combat operations."

The trace of warmth on the messenger's face immediately cracked and vanished.

A soldier rushed in from outside!
The messenger suddenly unleashed his mental pressure, catching the soldier off guard, and he fell face-first into the mud!
"Who let you in?!" the general roared, berating the soldiers on the ground. "Idiots! Can't you see I'm busy?!"

The messenger withdrew his imposing manner, and the soldier, pale-faced, replied, "You...your phone...I couldn't get through. His Majesty the King is very angry and has called the special line to request that you answer..."

"It must be because of the hidden boss!" The general looked anxiously at the messenger. "What should we do? The hidden boss has the support of those people from the Inspection Bureau, so he will definitely force his way through."

The messenger looked at him expressionlessly: "Isn't this a good thing? It's time to enjoy your privileges. You should know how to utilize humanity's greatest advantage in combat."

The general paused, "What advantage..."

"Bombs, cannons, missiles, and the like... I'm not too sure about those. You arrange it." The messenger glanced around and said calmly, "Fill this general's mansion to welcome the hidden boss."

Sorry, I've been really tired these past two days...