Super God: Diary System, but without a brain.

Either Liang Bing's brain is truly broken.

Or—

This Liang Bing is not the Morgana they know at all.

"you--!"

Yan's face turned completely red.

It wasn't shyness, it was anger.

Is she the kind of person who would betray her country and defect to the enemy just because she didn't become a leftist?! What a joke!!

And what does "evil sister" even mean? The most evil one is none other than Morgana herself!

She took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to draw her sword on the spot, and a chilling smile tugged at the corner of her lips:

"Stop talking nonsense."

She looked directly into Liang Bing's still sincere yet confused eyes, and said, word by word:

"Morgana, I think you've—lost your mind."

"Who in the known universe doesn't know—you, Morgana, are that evil demon!"

Ah-Zhui, standing to the side, nodded her head vigorously, echoing his agreement.

That's right! Morgana, who can you fool with your low-level divisive tactics!

Ah-Zhui silently cheered for her captain in her heart.

However, she never expected—

Yan's words, instead of leaving Liang Bing speechless, were like a thorn, piercing deep into her heart.

"That's enough, Yan!"

Liang Bing's voice suddenly turned cold, no longer the helpless gentleness from before, but rather a suppressed emotion on the verge of exploding. She stared directly at Yan, her eyes surging with anger, yet she was still trying her best to restrain herself.

"For Yutong's sake... I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said."

She took a deep breath, as if forcibly calming the surging waves in her chest.

This sentence became the final straw that broke Yan's rationality.

Yutong.

Her mother.

The angel Yutong sacrificed herself in the war against the demons.

And now, this demon queen is actually standing in front of her, using her mother's name, saying—"For Yutong's sake?"

"you--!"

Yan can no longer bear it.

With a sudden burst of power from his right wrist, the flaming sword, carrying a blinding flash of fire, thrust straight out!

bass--!

Sparks exploded.

Liang Bing was prepared. She held Wang Jian horizontally in front of her, and the two blades clashed, producing a piercing metallic screech.

The sword light reflected between the two men's cold, sharp eyes, exuding a murderous aura.

Everyone present was stunned.

Neither Su Bai nor He Xi made any move to stop them.

Seeing that the two key figures were both calm and collected, saying "let's wait and see," the others suppressed their impulses and continued to observe.

Amidst the ruins, two figures darted and weaved.

Sword light flashed like silk, sparks flew everywhere, and a white and a black afterimage darted swiftly through the broken walls and ruins. Each clash of the blades brought up a surging wave of air.

"Little guinea pig~" He Xi tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of leisurely detachment, "Have you made a move?"

Su Bai stroked his chin, his gaze still following the two figures locked in combat, but his thoughts drifted back to last night—

After a long talk with Gabrielna, he stared at the strange "player" for a long time by himself.

I was thinking of trying to see if I could summon a buff and bring over everyone from Solaris.

But after pressing the play button, there was still no response.

……never mind.

He could only wait. He would wait until he woke up tomorrow to see what "surprise" awaited him.

What will Yan become? Will Yun Siji become a blank slate? Or will A-Zhui go from being brave to a coward?

Or perhaps... it's He Xi? Meng Meng? Su Xiaoli? Or maybe it's Sister Qi Lin, who was infected before?

Everything will have to wait until tomorrow.

With his mind filled with all sorts of random thoughts, Su Bai fell into a deep sleep.

Now it seems...

It wasn't Yan, it wasn't A-Zhui, and it wasn't anyone around him who got infected.

It was Morgana—or rather, Liang Bing.

Su Bai originally thought that the "winner" of that player would be someone close to him, and that the impact would be mostly localized changes in personality, body, or appearance.

Yun Siji becomes a blank sheet of paper, A-Zhui becomes a coward, and so on.

The results of it?

This is like bringing a whole "person" over here.

Judging from Liang Bing's confusing remarks just now, such as "I am the queen," "Leng is a leftist," and "Yan, you betrayed me"...

Is she following Keisha's script? No, it doesn't seem like it. Keisha wouldn't stare at Yan with such a wronged and persistent look.

Su Bai pinched the bridge of his nose and briefly explained his guess to He Xi.

"Oh?" He Xi raised an eyebrow, her tone revealing undisguised interest. "You think... she was influenced by that media player?"

She gazed at the figure in the ruins, her white dress fluttering, her swordplay sharp and fierce, and slowly nodded.

Therefore, it seems that the option "Liang Bing's brain is malfunctioning" can indeed be ruled out.

"Let's stop them first," Su Bai said.

He Xi nodded.

Whether it's Morgana, Liang Bing, or "Ms. Liang Bing" who was sent from some unknown timeline and possesses a different set of memories...

Letting her and Yan fight like this, killing each other to the death, is not a solution.

We need to sit down and examine this properly.

Amidst the ruins, the two swords clashed once more.

Sparks landed on Liang Bing's shoulder, but she seemed oblivious, only frowning, her eyes filled with suppressed resentment and confusion at being misunderstood.

And Angel Yan—

Her gaze fell on the pair of white, outstretched wings behind Liang Bing, the edges of which faintly shimmered with a pale gold light. Her pupils contracted slightly, and the veins on the back of her hand holding the sword bulged.

Those are... angel wings.

It is not demon wings, nor is it a twisted form after corruption.

At that moment, Yan felt that the other party was desecrating the sanctity in her memory in the most disgusting way.

What right does a demon have to have angel wings, stand here, and look at her like that?

They even used her mother's name to shut her up.

"That's enough..."

Yan's voice was very low, like the last suppressed wind before a storm.

"Don't point those wings at me again."

"And you are not allowed to... mention my mother's name again."

The moment the words left his mouth, Yan's figure vanished from the spot.

Anger ignited her speed.

The sword, imbued with the flames of judgment, transformed into a dazzling streak of light and slashed towards Liang Bing—

however.

clang--!!!

This collision was far more violent than any before. Sparks rained down, and the shockwave overturned the scattered debris.

But Yan still couldn't harm Liang Bing in the slightest.

The opponent's sword was incredibly steady, the defense was watertight, and there was even room for that bewildered look in those eyes to continue to bloom with that innocent "Why are you doing this to me?" look.

Just as the blades were about to snap together again—

A figure suddenly appeared without warning.

bass--!!!

The two swords were released from their hands almost simultaneously, spinning and flying to either side, each diagonally embedding itself in the ruins.

Yan and Liang Bing were both startled, their gazes following their own swords before turning to the figure that had suddenly intervened.

Su Bai sheathed his sword with a swift and decisive movement.

"I think," he said calmly, yet with an undeniable force, "there's probably some misunderstanding here."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

"Sit down and let's talk."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Yan.

"She might..." Su Bai hesitated for a moment, "not the Morgana we know."

Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just pursed her lips and turned her face away.

There was no rebuttal.

She did indeed feel that the Morgana in front of her was very different from the Morgana she knew.