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

Chapter 616 Return to the Abyss
When Meteor returned to the villa where he and the alcoholic had hidden, it was already three in the morning.

The room was pitch black, with only a faint light filtering through the door leading to the basement.

Just as Meteor was about to open the basement door, the drunkard's voice came from the other end of the living room sofa: "Don't open the door."

After listening, Meteor paused for a moment, then walked to the wall and turned on the living room light.

"I was going to sit here and wait for you to come back, but I fell asleep without realizing it..." The drunkard, who was leaning against the sofa, slowly sat up and covered his eyes because he was not used to the light. "The witch has been reincarnated by the demon king."

“I guessed it,” Meteor said calmly.

The drunkard looked up at her, a hint of bitterness in his helpless expression. "Why aren't you surprised at all?"

Meteor said calmly, "Making potions requires materials. Adding the internal organs of wild beasts can increase attack power, while cowhide, tortoise shell, scales, and horns can increase defense. To make a potion that increases speed, you need peregrine falcon feathers, antelope hooves, and rabbit feet. Guess what you need to add to make a lucky potion?"

The drunkard looked bewildered. "...I don't know what materials can increase luck."

Meteor said, "Since this material doesn't exist, the potion of luck requires the potter to overdraw their own luck."

Before the meteor went out, at the drunkard's insistence, the witch made several potions, including one that increased luck.

Luck is something that doesn't show its value most of the time. The witch hides in the basement every day, eating, sleeping, and browsing forums. Whether she's lucky or not makes no difference to her.

But when the moment of the dwarf sheep's death arrives, whether she is lucky or not determines the witch's fate.

After realizing this, the drunkard clutched his head in anguish and grabbed his hair tightly. "It was me... I made her make the potion. Why does it always turn out like this... I killed the blacksmith, and now I've killed the witch."

Meteor walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it slowly.

"Don't you have anything to say?" the drunkard asked, looking up at her.

“I don’t like wasting time,” Meteor said coldly. “I don’t understand the need to hold anyone accountable. If we have to find someone responsible for every death, then it’s probably Blackspot. Well, he’s the culprit.”

"What are you talking about? Black Spot is long dead." The drunkard was confused; Meteor's words baffled her.

Meteor glanced at her. "It's because Blackspot died that no one in the team could control the messenger, which caused Star to fall apart. He's dead, so what? It doesn't really matter. We're just trash. Even if we don't die in the game, we'll die in the garbage dump of the lower city sooner or later. The reason you logged back into the game was to see if there would be a third ending for us, right?"

The drunkard was stunned by what he heard and remained speechless for a long time.

She did feel relaxed for a while after logging off, but the more she avoided it, the emptier she felt, and the more empty she felt, the more lost she became. She didn't want to continue living in a daze; she wanted an answer, so she chose to go back into the game.

After a long silence, the drunkard asked, "So... is there a third ending?"

Meteor didn't answer directly. After drinking all the water in her cup, she asked the drunkard, "Did the reincarnated dwarf sheep cause you any trouble?"

The drunkard paused for a moment, then shook his head and replied, "At first, I thought I was still a sheep, and I kept banging my head against the wall. Later, it was like I was traumatized, and I became mentally unstable."

“No wonder there wasn’t a sound.” Meteor glanced in the direction of the basement and said, “It’s good that he’s gone stupid.”

"Should we kill him?" the drunkard said with a wry smile. "I was worried about reincarnation before, so I had some reservations, but now I can rest assured."

Meteor's lips curled into a smile, and he shook his head. "I won't kill him." "You won't kill him?!" The drunkard was astonished. "Didn't you always want to kill him? Now that such a great opportunity is right in front of you, you're not going to kill him? Meteor, I really don't understand you."

Meteor played with the glass in his hand and said slowly, "It would be a pity to kill him now. You don't know, I discovered something very interesting when I went out this time."

The drunkard raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"In order to avenge the messenger, Momo played a hostage exchange game with the humans. He not only wanted to kill me, but also wanted to kill the dwarf sheep, just to gamble on the probability of me being reincarnated." Meteor smiled. "The hidden boss was naturally unwilling. After discovering Momo's intention, she immediately went to save the sheep, but strangely, after touching the sheep, her whole state was wrong. She was like she went blind and her reactions were slow."

"Did she fall victim to Momo's chaotic attack?" the drunkard guessed.

“It’s not chaos.” Meteor shook his head firmly. “After the dwarf sheep died, Wind Feather recovered quickly. I suspect there might be some kind of restriction between her and the administrator, a hidden rule in the game settings, such as the Abyss Boss not being allowed to touch the administrator of that area?”

The drunkard frowned. "...That's certainly a possibility. Do you want to use that to get back at her?"

Meteor said, "Before dealing with her, I need to go back to the Abyss Labyrinth to verify my hypothesis."

"You mean, back to the labyrinth of the Abyss Mother Nest?" The drunkard's brows furrowed even deeper; to her, it was all unpleasant memories.

"There's probably nothing left in that place. We burned all the life pillars, and almost all the contaminants are dead. Without the mother nest, the remaining contaminants won't survive." The drunkard frowned and asked, "What do you want to go back for?"

“It’s not clear yet,” Meteor smiled faintly. “Perhaps I’ll only know the answer when I go back there.”

The drunkard remained silent.

After a while, she relented and asked, "When do we leave?"

"The sooner the better," said Meteor. "Also, inform the poet that the witch has been reincarnated by the Demon King, and the next reincarnation will either be me or him."

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At 3:30 a.m., the poet received a message from the alcoholic while in his hospital bed.

"Has the Demon King been reincarnated..." the poet muttered to himself in confusion. "Why didn't the meteor kill the Demon King? What is she trying to do?"

After a moment of confusion, he chuckled to himself, "That's interesting. I'll speed things up and set off as soon as possible to see which side is more interesting."

The poet, wide awake, simply sat up in bed.

The hospital ward wasn't quiet at night. Coughs could be heard from the next room from time to time, and nurses hurried past in the corridor. If you listened carefully, you could also hear the sound of water flushing in the bathroom.

The poet got up and left the room, intending to seek out some painful wails and screams to amuse himself and, incidentally, to proceed with his next plan.

He had only taken a few steps when he saw the nurse in charge of the ninth floor looking around in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)