Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

The portrait changed once again, but for the second time it went against the norm, not revealing the man's identity and story, but returning to the starting point.

A colossal wave swept in, threatening to engulf the entire land.

The Queen was stunned. Just as she was wondering if the portrait was broken and why this inexplicable doomsday advertisement was playing twice, the portrait suddenly had a sequel—a brilliant light pierced through the giant wave and plunged into the seabed.

"what......."

The Empress gasped in surprise, her eyes widening as she realized she might have discovered something even more remarkable than the Elector of Teutonic Knights.

P.S.: Meetings, meetings, meetings all day long. They have a meeting at 8 pm, but they don't talk about anything. They just call people over to sing karaoke until 10 pm. I'm really impressed.

P.S.: Just wanted to say hi, it's the author's new book.

Having just finished a horror game, I'm now facing another horror online game.

Having used his absolute power to suppress and completely destroy the bloody and terrifying activity called "Horror Game," which manipulated people's lives and emotions and caused the deaths of hundreds of millions of living beings in the previous world, Di Feng has come to Tianyuan Star, a human planet that was once ruled by aliens.

Upon logging into the most popular game on the planet at the moment, "Nightmare Unsleeping," he discovered that all the abilities he possessed in the previous world, "Thriller Game," could be transferred to this online game.

Is the organizer of this online game a friend or foe? What kind of scheme are they plotting? What is its connection to the horror games from the last world?

Volume 1: Chapter 198 I understand, I understand!

Violet City, atop the Citizens' Council tower.

Roy was invited here for the second time. Unlike the last time, the unconscious Roussel did not kneel before the Speaker's seat. Instead, on the independent seat that was half a person higher than the ground, sat the Elector Teuton, accompanied by another elderly man, Caprini. He stood tall and proud beside the Elector Teuton, his hands behind his back, like a dutiful guard. However, Roy felt Caprini's curious gaze sweeping over him again and again, which was clearly not the emotion a guard should have.

Moreover, his attire was completely different from the Elector's guards that Roy had seen. He wore a luxurious black robe, embroidered with gold and lace, exuding extraordinariness, over which was a tight-fitting black shirt with indistinct symbols and characters. A black silk belt, embroidered with ancient and mysterious runes, shimmered with an eerie light at his waist, and the hem of his robe fluttered with his steps, revealing an air of elegance and mystery.

Although he appeared to be an old man, his hair was still thick and black. His wrinkled face had deep, mysterious eyes that seemed to see right through people. His expression was serious and calm, yet his gaze revealed an eager curiosity. Overall, his appearance and attire exuded an aura of luxury and mystery, as if he came from a mysterious and noble world.

This attire reminded Roy of the nobles of the Western European Enlightenment, but clearly, his appearance was influenced by the strong magical atmosphere of Letania, giving him a more mystical scholar feel.

This must be the Originium Mage with a mental focus, Roy thought. Such a person must be a confidant of the Elector, but he hadn't expected that the Teutonic Elector would actually take him under his wing and directly arrange a meeting with Roy.

They seem fearless, probably thinking that whether Roy knows about the existence of the sorcerer is completely unimportant and not worth mentioning.

Unfortunately, from the moment he stepped into this tower, he had already loaded the [Water Moon] module. Roy was quite curious: if he were to be mind-read now, what would the mind reader hear?

"Is that even a question? It's definitely a complete mess!" "I think he might have read my information, but I don't care. I just want to lie flat and be done with it." "What if he does read my information? Will it expose my identity?" "Whatever, let him read it. At worst, a meteorite will smash this broken tower open, and then the Holy Sword of the Sun will obliterate this place! I want to see rivers of blood!"

The Grand Elephant's words interrupted Roy's increasingly scattered thoughts, striking straight to the point with a thunderous statement: "Welcome, Knight of Eternity, or rather, should I address you as: Grand Master of the Azure Gold of the Unarmored Alliance of Kazimir?"

Roy's body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the old man beside the Great Elector. His first thought was that the old man had just used mind-reading to glean the identity of this disguise from his uncontrollable wandering thoughts, and then somehow passed it on to Teuton. However, the old man himself remained unmoved, his expression unchanged. When he saw Roy's gaze, he even seemed a little surprised, as if wondering why Roy's first reaction was to look at him when the Great Elector was speaking.

Roy, after all, was an experienced assassin and spy. Although he had never fought in person, his ability to judge people was greatly enhanced. With just one glance, he determined the old man's thoughts: he had not cast any spells.

So this intelligence was collected by the Grand Election Emperor himself.

Royton felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he already knew that he had most likely been caught lying last time, it was still a bit too terrifying that a high-ranking official would go to such lengths to investigate his background, even digging up his secret identity, just because of a small lie.

It's important to understand that Roy was undoubtedly a marginal figure in this incident. He was just a sunny and cheerful young man who happened to be passing by and got caught up in the commotion. Saving people was just something he did on the side. If it weren't for the fact that the Golden Law Enforcement Guard arrived so quickly, he would have planned to send the people back to avoid trouble.

Even so, he was still targeted by the Grand Election Emperor. If this wasn't just paranoia, then it could only be described as meticulous attention to every detail.

His disguise had been exposed, but thankfully not completely. Roy could only force a smile and say:

"Your Excellency the Grand Election Emperor has summoned me a second time, surely not just to exchange pleasantries with me under a different identity?"

Something is wrong with him.

The old mage gazed at Roy. He had been practicing Originium Arts, a mental magic user, for decades. He could accurately grasp even the slightest hint of emotion in anyone. Although he wasn't like the legendary progenitor of mental magic, the "Demon King," who could see through a person's thoughts and memories without any means, he was still highly skilled at judging whether someone had something to hide.

The moment the Grand Elephant spoke, Roy clearly experienced a significant emotional fluctuation, and this fluctuation was not directed at the Grand Elephant, but at himself.

Does he know my identity and capabilities?

It's possible. According to the Grand Election Emperor, Roy was chosen by Xuan Tie to represent the Unarmored Alliance on the stage, and is a Qingjin Grand Master. It's not surprising that he has such insight. And his reaction precisely shows that he has some secret that he desperately needs to hide.

The old mage's interest was immediately piqued. The Grand Elephant had brought him along so that he could monitor Roy's thoughts at all times and judge the truthfulness of Roy's answers when he asked questions. The moment he realized that Roy had a secret in his heart, he weighed his options briefly and then resolutely decided to use magic.

This is a golden opportunity to uncover the secrets of the Unarmored Alliance in Kazimir. For the Elector, who is guarding the border and may clash with the Unarmored Alliance at any time, this is crucial intelligence and a great chance for him to make a name for himself!

Focusing his gaze on Roy, the old mage closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the rings inlaid with dyed Originium on his hands, which were behind his back, began to glow, echoing the mysterious symbols on his cloak. The Originium's transmission mechanism was activated, and the spell began to be cast. The old mage quickly sensed the thought signal emanating from Roy. He eagerly extended his mental tendrils, trying to touch the orb of light that symbolized thought, and soon, a series of ideas and thoughts began to appear in his mind.

"This old man must be a psychic sorcerer." "I knew it." "I'm a little curious. What will happen if he uses magic on me?" "Heh heh, I want to see rivers of blood!"

One idea after another began to emerge, and he excitedly absorbed the information in his mind. But gradually, he noticed that something was amiss.

He couldn't read it anymore.

Information surged into Roy's mind like a raging flood, while the mental spell channel he had opened was merely a small ditch. Countless thoughts poured in, quickly exceeding his processing capacity, and his thoughts seemed endless. The old mage felt a vast and chaotic flow of information appear in his mind, disregarding the amount of information his brain could hold and analyze, recklessly rushing into his mind along with his spells, and it was only increasing in size!

This is very bad news, meaning that his spell is going out of control! If this massive flow of information enters his brain, his consciousness will be overwritten in an instant, like a hard drive being rewritten. Thoughts categorized as unimportant will be pushed to the very edge, or even directly overwritten and deleted by the newly flooded thoughts under the pretext of "insufficient space"!

The human brain isn't a hard drive; you can't just delete things and recover them from the recycle bin. Zhu Ji'an began to forget his memories, from childhood to middle age, and then to old age, from sad memories to joyful ones, and then to mundane daily life... The old mage realized almost immediately that disaster was imminent. He immediately tried to stop the spell and sever the mental link, but the next second, even that thought was washed away.

He forgot what was happening in the present moment, seeing only countless thoughts, some extremely sordid and unbearable; others pure happiness and love, warming and touching. In the stream of information, there were also all sorts of anger, rage, anxiety, and pain.

The old monk felt as if his mind were a overflowing library, with all the books opened simultaneously, and all the knowledge and emotions flooding into his head at once. He couldn't bear this overwhelming amount of information, and the sense of terror in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He tried to control his thoughts, but the power of the information flow was simply too great for him to resist.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, a smile of excitement spreading across his face.

"Haha, hahaha, I get it, I get it!"

Roy and the Grand Elephant both looked at him with surprise and uncertainty in their eyes.

Volume 1: Chapter 199 The Person Closest to the Truth Has Gone Mad

The old sorcerer, curled up, collapsed onto the smooth wooden floor like a lump of mud. His body began to convulse, his once deep and mysterious eyes rolling upwards, almost revealing the bloodshot whites of his eyes. He coughed up sounds like screams, each one like an old machine struggling to keep up with its strain. But before Roy could react, he suddenly burst into laughter as if he had successfully rebooted, shouting eerie words.

"Hehe, I get it!" "I've succeeded, I've succeeded, Taoist Master!" "Halloween, Halloween!" "It's all fake, it's fake!" "I can't tell, I really can't tell!"

The sudden turn of events startled the Teutonic Elector and Roy, abruptly interrupting their conversation. A hush fell over the hall. Roy stood frozen, feeling as if the air around him had solidified, pressing in and making it hard to breathe. A wary gaze began to scrutinize him repeatedly. Roy looked towards the source of the gaze; although the Teutonic Elector remained seated in the speaker's chair, his posture had changed, clearly lacking the relaxed ease he had displayed moments before.

The old mage was his confidant, a powerful tower mage and a top-tier Elector's guard, in addition to being a mental sorcerer. The reason Teuton dared to directly meet Roy, who was rumored to have broken through the ranks, with him by his side was not only because he didn't initially harbor much ill will towards Roy, but also because he had full confidence in his own and the old mage's strength.

To them, reading minds and understanding Roy's emotional fluctuations wasn't exactly a malicious act. Even without a mentalist, as a veteran of the negotiating table and the political arena of the Letanian Empire, he had plenty of experience and methods to discern a person's words. The existence of a mentalist merely simplified the process and saved him a few brain cells. Besides, at the negotiating table, everyone wants to gain the upper hand. If you don't use a mentalist, others will; even for countermeasures, the presence of a sorcerer is necessary. Not to mention, he hoped to use this opportunity to uncover the secrets of Xuan Tie and the Unarmored Alliance behind Roy.

But he never expected that such an ordinary meeting would lead to the loss of a capable deputy he had used for many years without warning.

Looking at the old mage, who had completely fallen into madness and oscillated between ecstasy and fear, a hint of pity flashed in the eyes of the Elector of Teutonic Knights. He reached out and pressed the bell on the Speaker's seat. Soon, the Elector's personal guards, who had been waiting at the foot of the tower, arrived. Without any orders, they carried the old mage out as if it were second nature.

Meanwhile, the Teutons had their eyes on Roy.

The old mage has gone mad; Teuton wouldn't believe it had nothing to do with Roy. This means Roy possesses some kind of ability to counter mental magic, preventing him from being spied on, and even directly causing the spied to suffer a backlash. But the question is, why didn't he use it last time?

Since he possessed such magic, he could have used it during their last meeting. That way, the old mage wouldn't have detected his lie and wouldn't be alive today. And that day, the people he and the old mage met weren't just Roy; there were also numerous Violet City dignitaries, councilors, Russell, and victims and families of the Simon Avenue incident. Even if the old mage went mad because of this, he wouldn't immediately suspect Roy, but rather wonder if any of these people were his political enemies in Letania.

But today, he deliberately lured me to meet him alone again, and then, in front of me, while talking to me, casually dealt with the sorcerer beside me.

He did it on purpose, without a doubt. Was he trying to show off his strength, provoke me, or...?

Teuton's mind raced with conflicting thoughts, and he was unsure of Roy's and the mysterious iron behind him's back. So he chose to keep his mouth shut and wait in silence for Roy to reveal his purpose.

He didn't believe Roy intended to kill him. First, they had no grudges against each other, nor any conflict of political interests. If Xuan Tie aspired to vie for the pinnacle of power in Kazimir, he, as the Grand Election Lord guarding the border city between Letania and Kazimir, still possessed the potential to be a strategic ally. Second, if Roy truly wanted to make a move, why wait until now?

He can kill a powerful sorcerer next to me without making a sound, while chatting and laughing with me. Why can't he kill me too?

Teuton certainly had his own means of survival and a last resort, but he didn't believe that could limit Roy. The information he had gathered repeatedly indicated that Roy had single-handedly defeated an entire Ursus army. If there was no exaggeration, such combat power would render any survival trump card useless unless the Witch King were alive.

His gaze was fixed on Roy, but Roy's thoughts at that moment were quite simple.

Did he just use mind reading on me?

Did I drive him crazy?

Is the Water Moon module really that powerful?

Roy quickly shut down the module and reorganized his wandering thoughts.

The old master definitely used mind-reading on him. Judging from the intermittent sentences he uttered, this person probably really did read something, otherwise he wouldn't have gone crazy on the spot.

"I get it! I've mastered the Daoist arts!" Roy couldn't tell the difference. "These must be from a novel Roy was reading before he transmigrated. Halloween must be a reference to Chainsaw Man. As for them all being fake..." Roy couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Had he somehow stumbled upon Arknights?

Divergent thinking is beyond my control. This means that when I see a certain scene, my subconscious thoughts immediately begin to expand. So, when the old mage fell to the ground and started screaming, my first reaction was to recall a similar scene or meme. And since I've been in Terra, is information from Arknights also simultaneously present in my mind?

If that's really the case, then the old mage might be the only true prophet and seer on this land right now.

Unfortunately, two-dimensional beings, forced to accept higher-dimensional knowledge, were overwhelmed and burst before they could even comprehend it.

Roy couldn't help but sigh, "Your skill as a mage is quite high."

"Now that it's just the two of us, can you reveal your true purpose?" the Grand Election Marquis asked, frowning.

Roy was slightly taken aback. My next goal was to get through this by deception, and I did get through it this time, but unfortunately, I didn't get through by deception; I got through by sheer force.

You're looking at me so seriously, it puts a lot of pressure on me.

But if I were to answer like that now, I'd most likely be seen through and attacked in the next second. I don't want to kill an Elector in Letania.

Roy coughed softly, silently activating [Kal'tsit's Riddle], and said carefully, "I want to know your purpose in coming here. Has the Witch King's resurrection truly made progress?"

"You can choose to remain silent, but silence itself is also an answer. Don't question my purpose; everything I've done is for this land."

The Grand Elephant was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing his options. After a long pause, he nodded: "I can tell you, but you must answer one question first. What happened to my mage?"

Roy specifically commented on the old mage's magical skill, and the Grand Elephant did not think this was a casual remark; it must have a deeper meaning.

Roy replied, "He used magic on me. And I showed him the truth."

"The truth? What truth?" the Grand Election Emperor pressed.

What truth? How would I know the truth? You'll have to ask Kal'tsit. She can tell you about the ancient civilization building the Ark and ascending to heaven, so she probably knows more than I do.

Roy inwardly scoffed, but outwardly maintained a serious demeanor, replying with utmost solemnity: "If fate allows you to know, then you will naturally learn the truth at the time when you are meant to know. If fate does not permit it, then do not force it. Otherwise, just look at the fate of you, mage."