Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

What is he planning?

A possibility suddenly flashed through Roy's mind. He then looked at the middle-aged man surrounded by numerous soldiers, took a deep breath, and tentatively asked:

"I don't know what you're talking about, Your Excellency the Great Elector. This is the first time in my life that I've set foot on the land of Letania. I know nothing about the descendants of the Witch King you speak of, nor do I know anything about the Sound of the Mortal World. I did indeed fight that girl last night. She was highly skilled in magic and proficient in music, but I don't find anything strange about that. Letania has always valued magic, so what's so strange about having such a genius? Besides, in the end, I was the one who won."

The man sitting in the speaker's seat fell silent once more. After a moment, he nodded noncommittally and asked meaningfully:

"Then I'll leave it at that. How did you know I was the Grand Election Marquis?"

Roy answered bluntly, "Because, based on my impression of Russell from our brief encounter last night, he is a smart man. He wouldn't reveal such treasonous information that could kill him unless he was someone he absolutely trusted."

The only person who could completely trust Russell, and whom he dared not disobey, was his superior, the Elector who was said to be supporting the remnants of the Witch King's party behind the scenes.

Given that Miss Ye Tan had just revealed the news that the Grand Elephant was coming to Violet City, it was not difficult to figure out the identity of the man in front of her.

The Grand Election Lord, whose identity had been exposed, showed neither anger nor hostility. Instead, he looked at Roy with considerable appreciation and casually remarked, as if joking:

"So, would you like to become one of my own?"

Roy was taken aback. Before he could answer, the Grand Elephant stood up and waved his hand:

"Go back now. You've asked all the questions you wanted to ask. In a few days, someone else will probably ask you the same questions. I hope you can answer them with the same attitude."

Roy opened his mouth, glanced at the Grand Election Lord with a slight frown, then turned around and left the council hall openly without any hindrance.

Stepping out of the building, Roy felt the afternoon sun shining on him. The blessing from the Holy Sword of the Sun immediately took effect, restoring his strength. Only then did Roy's anxious heart finally settle down, and he began to think about the module issue.

After a long pause, he replied, with a hint of seeking confirmation:

"The source of the anomaly in the room is Russell kneeling on the ground."

The first task in his field of vision was ticked on the far right, indicating that he had answered correctly. But Roy was not at all relaxed; instead, he gasped and felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

What he didn't explicitly say, but which is why Russell will reveal the reason for his actions, is a second possibility—that he was "forced to do it voluntarily."

A mental mage.

...........

What do you think of that person just now?

Reaching out to stroke the large wooden armrest of the Speaker's seat, the Grand Election Lord spoke with his back to the kneeling Lussel, his tone seemingly quite interested.

Russell, who had remained silent from the moment Roy entered until he left, finally raised his head slowly. His once proud face was now blank and lifeless; his stiff cheeks and deep wrinkles made him look as if he had aged ten years overnight. His eyes were devoid of any light, only a deep purple hue of pain, as if his soul was suffering endless torment. Yet his voice remained unchanged, even more vibrant than usual:

He lied.

“I know you just reminded me. But which sentence?” asked the Grand Election Emperor.

Russell paused for a moment, then said, "He knows everything."

The emperor suddenly turned around.

Volume 1: Chapter 194 I am Shuiyue, Schizophrenia

The first thing Roy did upon returning to the office was to make an excuse and go back to his room.

The Elector's summons was more like a test, probing how much Roy truly knew about the events of the previous night. Roy felt his performance was clearly subpar. Not because of any flaws in his acting, but because of the mental Originium mage. With him present, Roy's lies on certain matters were bound to be exposed. This was something Roy couldn't afford to ignore.

The existence of psychic Originium mages has a long history. Most psychic mages can only judge a person's current emotions and whether they are lying. However, a master of psychic magic can peer into memories, read minds, and even rewrite thoughts. For most people on Terra, the mind is an absolutely private place, especially for those in high positions of power, who are most afraid of having their minds spied on. Therefore, psychic mages have always been suppressed and assassinated by various countries. However, while they do not want to be spied on, they do not mean they do not want to spied on others. Thus, while being suppressed, psychic Originium mages are also recruited and trained on a small scale to become close advisors to those in power.

The Electors held a position second only to the Queen in Letania, and in terms of power, they were arguably even stronger. It wasn't surprising that they had one or two psychic sorcerers under their command. Roy had a clear conscience in this matter and, in theory, shouldn't have been afraid of sorcerers' probing and mind-reading abilities. However, the absence of such abilities in this instance didn't preclude them in others. Roy harbored too many secrets, and naturally, he remained wary and kept his distance from psychic sorcerers. It was easy to imagine that now that his lie had been exposed, his future troubles would only be endless.

"The best option is to leave immediately. I don't yet have any means to deal with mental magic, so leaving this place is the best solution. But I haven't waited for Rhodes Island yet. Besides, it will be difficult to persuade Margaret."

Skadi's explanation is easy; the little orca never voices any objections to Roy's actions, simply following orders like an obedient pet. Whether this counts as her observation of humans is debatable. But what reason will Margaret give? "Did I offend the Elector?"

That might actually allow Margaret to come along, but when she arrives on the island, she will inevitably report this information to Kal'tsit. Given the old lynx's cautious nature, it's hard to say whether she will refuse her application to go to the island again.

That election...

Roy opened the module lottery page and looked at the module drawing page. Next to the shiny, slot machine-like drawing machine, the number of draws was marked as "3".

This means that he has accumulated three chances to draw modules!

These come from two phases of the large-scale mission "Ursus Fourth Army Threat" and the recently completed emergency mission that allows you to lock onto and obtain a Tier C module.

He kept these three opportunities unused for two reasons. First, his current modules were sufficient; in fact, their destructive power had already exceeded expectations, making it unnecessary to immediately pursue greater strength. Furthermore, the combined application of the [Chongyue], [The Last Knight], and [Stella!] modules on the battlefield had given him tremendous inspiration. Rather than continuing to acquire new modules, it was better to focus on researching and developing new applications for the existing ones, which might yield surprising results. Second, he couldn't find any other way to further enhance himself, so he decided to save the opportunities for when needed.

Now, he has found the direction for strengthening.

Since leaving Violet City directly is not in Roy's interest, the next thing to do is simple—find a way to solve the problem of the extreme mismatch between his physical strength and mental strength, and ideally, draw a module in the mental domain for himself.

This certainly involves a significant element of luck, but it's not impossible. Roy is experienced in this kind of thing. Although the module system has a very low profile on ordinary days, it is, to some extent, human-like. When playing a match, it gives him the extremely cool Great Wilderness Meteorite and the Last Knight, which is closely related to Kazimierz. When the war first begins to unfold, it gives him modules like [Heavy Mountain], [Sonia's Roar], and [Sun Holy Sword], which can more or less affect the battle. This is undoubtedly a godsend.

While it does include some seemingly useless modules and collectibles like the [Disaster Lab ID Card] and [Stranger], as well as some bizarre actions like delivering the Sun Sword at night, overall, it seems to be able to sense Roy's current needs and select better modules accordingly.

"That's actually quite normal. I don't unlock every mod in the game. I usually only unlock mods when I need them."

With that thought in mind, Roy chose to use the draw opportunity given by the newly completed emergency mission and began his first draw.

The colorful slot machine quickly lost its luster before Roy, turning a plain brass color. As the lever was pulled down, the three central displays began to switch rapidly. Roy didn't have high expectations for C-grade modules, as they always had significant limitations. For example, [Sonia's Roar] required the user to be stronger than the opponent, a condition that was difficult to achieve in certain situations. Roy simply closed his eyes, waiting for the reward notification sound to announce the completion of the module draw, which would then transport him into that familiar module illusion.

The sound of gears sliding around kept ringing in his ears, then silence fell. Roy's nostrils twitched, his brow furrowed, and he smelled a pungent, indescribable odor.

He immediately opened his eyes and found that he was no longer in the original narrow room, but in a deep darkness where he could not see his own hand in front of his face.

and many more.

A thought suddenly popped into Roy's mind, which then split into countless conjectures and ideas. He tried to raise his hand, but was surprised to find that a thin membrane-like tissue had grown between his palms.

"It looks a bit like a frog's or a duck's hand?" "Doesn't this seem weird?" "What's wrong with this module? It's kind of disgusting, and why can't I see or speak anything?" "Disgusting is disgusting, let the world burn!"

Why would I think about these things?

Roy was surprised to find that these ideas had arisen almost simultaneously. Moreover, upon closer examination, each one could be explored in depth, and they hardly overlapped or conflicted with the other ideas, allowing for parallel thinking.

This module is interesting, multitasking? But if I keep doing this, there's a high chance I'll develop a split personality.

"Schizophrenia? I'm depressed, fast forward to the top 100." "Why haven't we seen many cases of Jade Syndrome on Terra?" "Is it inappropriate to evaluate a mental illness like this?" "Schizophrenia it is, I want to see the world ablaze!"

"Hmm...it's a bit noisy."

Roy felt a buzzing in his head. Although he was certain that these were his own thoughts and that he could theoretically control them, his thoughts still kept wandering.

Fortunately, the mod illusion came to an abrupt end before Roy was completely driven to his death by the noise.

Roy opened his eyes, and what appeared in his vision was the name of the new module—[Water Moon].

Volume 1: Chapter 195 The Warlock Who Can't Solve the Warlock's Problem, So Solve the Problem

[Moonlight] Module?

After confirming the name of the newly acquired module, Roy grimaced and his scalp tingled.

What... what does this all mean? I'm a legitimate Kuranta person, and it's bad enough that my body has become a Sea-like being, but now even my mental realm is being transformed into one? If the Sea-like apocalypse really comes, and the Sea God on the other side shouts, "Fellow countrymen, return to the Great Flock!", will I have no way to explain myself?

If this continues, am I a human spy planted in Haisi, or a Haisi spy planted in humanity? Three years later, and then another three years later, I'll be able to go from being a pirate to an original Haisi. How can we fight this war then?

His mind inexplicably began to wander, and Roy seemed to see a future where he was standing on the front line against the Sea Sith, about to engage in battle. Suddenly, he let out a strange laugh, and then swaggered into the Sea Sith's camp, uttering the classic line, "Sorry, I'm an undercover agent."

Roy shook his head, somewhat amused and exasperated, and began to carefully study the introduction to the Water Moon module.

C-grade module [Water Moon]

Module Effect ① [Growth]: This isn't a compressed towel, it's sea cucumber! It grows larger and taller when it gets wet. (Always triggers, uncontrollable)

Module Effect ② [Divergent Thinking]: A change in mental state occurs, allowing for the simultaneous generation and continuous expansion of numerous ideas during thinking, with no upper limit. Prolonged activation may lead to schizophrenia.

As expected. Roy thought to himself, it was no surprise that C-level modules often exhibit some deviations and flaws when replicating the original user's abilities, failing to reach the level of B-level modules that surpass the original user in certain aspects. The Water Moon module was no exception.

Although he possesses two unusually different effects, the negative consequences of these effects are truly troublesome. The bizarre ability to grow larger and taller when wet almost means Roy will lose the ability to perform combat missions, especially ambushes, in the future, particularly in rainy weather or near water. Growing larger and thicker when wet—where can one hide in an ordinary place? If it weren't for the fact that the module can be activated or deactivated, he'd have to consider whether he'd even be able to take a bath in the future. Otherwise, if he suddenly grew larger while showering, crashing through the ceiling and shattering the bathroom, wouldn't everyone get a free view of his lapis lazuli bath?

It's terrifying to even think about; what kind of social death is this? Roy clicked his tongue in horror. At that moment, his divergent thinking kicked in again, and a brilliant idea struck him.

Hmm, it gets bigger and thicker when it gets wet, which seems pretty useful in a way. The only downside is that it's uncontrollable, but I can always just turn it off suddenly while using it...

Cough cough! Roy shook his head violently, clearing his mind of any inappropriate thoughts about the blessed land, and finally couldn't help but shut down the activated [Water Moon] module.

This thing is a bit too scary. If we let his divergent thinking run wild any longer, not only will you not have an upper limit, but this book will probably have an upper limit as well.

While this divergent thinking isn't labeled as unrestrictable, truly adapting to it, or even manipulating it, is far more difficult than Roy imagined. It's almost like connecting a computer that's only ever performed basic arithmetic to a Windows system and suddenly opening and running a dozen or so programs simultaneously. Even if it miraculously merges, Roy's brain, like a mouse, still wouldn't be able to manage it all so easily.

Just from a random thought, so many ideas can spring to mind. Imagine if this were running continuously; Roy's head would probably be filled with tens of thousands of different thoughts and reflections arguing and being written down every day. At that point, it wouldn't be long before he either develops a mental breakdown or, worse, suffers a brain overload, burns out his CPU, and dies from a head explosion.

The negative effects are really significant. This is probably the first module I've drawn that I'm hesitant to use casually. Even [Stella!] didn't give me this much trouble.

However, this seems to be a decent "psychic" mod?

If even his top-tier Terran hardware can't handle this software, and a mentalist were to try to read it, wouldn't he be driven to his death by "my" constant nagging?

This is already at the level of mental pollution, fully filling the regret that Shuiyue, as a powerful sea spirit, could not inflict mental damage in the game.

"Well, to be precise, it shouldn't be against mental modules, but rather against mental warlock modules. While it can't stop warlocks from prying into my thoughts, it can launch a powerful mental attack on any warlock trying to see into my mind. It takes care of them directly! It's like dealing with the troublesome enemy if you can't solve the problem with the enemy!"

Feeling much relieved, Roy was certain that the Elector, having learned of his lie from the sorcerer, would soon find an excuse to invite him to another meeting. Then, he would activate [Water Moon] and have the Deep Blue Tree give that psychology-loving psychic sorcerer a sanity check!

"Deng Deng."

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Roy put away his villainous smile and spoke in a weak voice:

"what happened?"

"Roy, are you feeling better?"

It was Margaret's voice. Roy got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it. Margaret's worried face immediately came into view. Seeing Roy open the door, Margaret picked up the medicine in her hand, waved it in front of Roy, and said: