The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

He strolled leisurely to the demon core, extending two slender fingers as if picking up a chess piece.

He easily caught the tenth-tier demon core, which was powerful enough to destroy a small country, and waved it at the Thousand-Faced Moth.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Liu Feiyu."

"This thing now belongs to the Liu family."

The Thousand-Faced Moth's pale green vertical pupils shrank into a deadly thin line.

"Since that's the case..." a silent, sinister laugh escaped its gaping maw, "then rot in your own nightmares!"

Hong Yuan was seething with anger.

The scene before my eyes blurred, and a biting cold wind swept over me.

He returned to the snowy northern plains, where endless monsters were rushing towards him.

"Damn it! How did I get back here again?" She instinctively swung her axe, only to find that she couldn't kill them all.

Before An Changqing lay his home, a place both familiar and unfamiliar.

He pushed open the door and saw his parents sitting in the living room, looking at him.

Long Ao was already embroiled in a bloody battle, while Yin Chen was expelled from his home and forced to wander alone.

On Su Yuehe's side, her usually gentle mother looked at her with a stern and cold gaze for the first time, while her father stood in front of her with a smile.

This is the Thousand-Faced Moth's strongest killing move, directly attacking the mind.

It stirs up everyone's deepest fears or creates despair, driving them to self-destruction.

It watched the humans struggling in agony within the illusion, and let out a silent laugh.

But when its gaze fell on the silent coffin bearer, its smile froze.

The coffin remained standing quietly in the same spot.

That torrent of illusions, capable of causing countless powerful individuals to lose their composure, washed over him.

It wouldn't even make him blink, let alone struggle.

He even had the leisure to glance at An Changqing and the others who were trapped in the illusion beside him.

Finally, his gaze fell on Liu Feiyu, who was also unharmed.

Liu Feiyu was also looking at him, but he didn't seem surprised at all: "Student Chen, I knew there was a misunderstanding between us."

Chen Guan looked at him, his gaze gradually moving down to the coin in his hand.

This coin is the source of all the strangeness.

Unfortunately, he couldn't figure it out either. The true owner of this coin was probably a master, with a strength of at least 0.7 Tiger.

As for which tiger it is? It is, of course, the evil white Hakimi.

This isn't the other party's limit, but rather the limit of his perception. Perhaps it's because of Liu Feiyu's thin shield that the system can't see through his tricks.

Snapped.

He snapped his fingers, mimicking someone else's gesture.

With a crisp sound, like a needle piercing a bubble, all illusions shattered.

Long Ao and the others shuddered and awoke from the illusion.

Their foreheads were covered in cold sweat, and when they looked at the Thousand-Faced Moth again, their eyes were filled with the fear of surviving a disaster.

Yin Chen immediately realized that he had been tricked by the illusion again, and he was so angry that his eyes almost blazed with fire, and his silver hair almost turned red.

"You...how could you..." Thousand-Faced Moth's voice trembled for the first time: "Why...why are you all alright! Don't you have inner demons?!"

Its strongest trump card was completely useless against these two monsters!

You call that 18?!

"Have you made enough of a scene?" Liu Feiyu's voice was no longer playful; it turned cold.

He tightened his grip on the demon core slightly.

"Now, it's my turn."

The shadow of death loomed overhead.

The Thousand-Faced Moth felt an unprecedented threat. Without thinking, it turned around and was about to turn into black mist and escape.

Chen Guan's spiritual power was like an invisible giant net, locking down every inch of space.

"Trying to leave?"

Chen Guan looked at the struggling black mist and stepped forward.

Did I give permission?

As soon as he finished speaking, the cage imprisoning the black mist tightened abruptly.

"what!"

A sharp mental shock pierced everyone's minds.

Long Ao let out a muffled groan, and his vision went black.

His knees buckled and he almost collapsed, but Hong Yuan, who was next to him, quickly lifted him up. Thanks to Yin Chen's relationship with her, her mental resistance was relatively high, after all, she and Yin Chen were passionately exchanging blows every day.

Why do mental illness systems exist in the world...?

Long Ao's gaze was filled with resentment.

The black mist was forcibly squeezed out of the fog state by that force, revealing the true form of the fluttering moth.

At this moment, however, its colorful wings were tattered, and its breath was extremely weak.

It hung in mid-air, like a squashed doll, unable to move.

A specimen awaiting death; the original black mist has been replaced by the gray mist belonging to the coffin.

From being the master to being a lamb to the slaughter, its hideously ugly moth face revealed a human-like resentment, and a tear fell.

It was indignant. It had worked so hard to get to where it was now, and it was about to take another step forward.

Unfortunately, Chen Guan did not believe in tears.

With a swift stroke of the blade, its wicked life came to an end.

May there be no old coffins in heaven.

……

A suspended light curtain covered the entire wall.

The scene at the top of the Ten Thousand Demon Tower was silently looping above.

Dried, blackened bloodstains, and shattered pebbles.

Every still frame is imbued with the lingering warmth of the battle that just took place.

"Tsk."

Baihu nestled into the sofa, his legs casually propped up on the coffee table.

He blew a breath into the glass.

A few goji berries swirled on the water's surface, the rising steam blurring his eyes, which seemed to enjoy watching the spectacle.

His gaze slowly swept across the light screen, finally settling on the figure in black.

The man was casually putting a coin back into his pocket.

"I said, Nan Dou," he drawled, gesturing with his chin towards the upright figure, "this guy you went to so much trouble to bring back isn't exactly an honest kid."

Nan Dou still had his back to him. When he heard this, he simply raised his hand and made a light gesture.

On one side of the light screen, Liu Feiyu's real-time data stream rolled by rapidly, leaving a green afterimage.

"The probability of the other party deviating from the predetermined path is thirteen percent." He adjusted his frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Cooperation is still the optimal solution."

His voice was devoid of emotion; every word sounded as if it had been retrieved from a database.

Baihu sometimes wonders who created this robot. Is it even human?

"The optimal solution?" He chuckled, setting the warm teacup aside and sinking deeper into the sofa. "Are you sure? That kid's core nature is... not the same as yours or mine."

Nan Dou didn't turn back; with another flick of his finger, he brought up another set of data.

All the key milestones in Liu Feiyu's life from birth to the present are laid out on it.

Each line was broken down into cold, hard numbers, so densely packed that it gave Baihu a headache.

This guy not only acts like a robot himself, but he also tries to treat others like robots.

"Emotion is the biggest variable, so I set constant boundaries for it." His statement was so objective it was almost inhuman: "The mental imprint I implanted will ensure that his logical loop always leads to cooperation."

"Listen to this, your anti-human rhetoric." Baihu clicked his tongue, then simply changed his position and slumped completely into the sofa. "Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about those two little ones, Xuanwu and Zhuque. What did your report say? Give me a straight answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen switched to show Chen Guan and Long Ao.