No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

What do you mean by saying that she, an ordinary citizen, guessed everyone's identities in less than a minute?

Six hundred and sixty-six? What's the point of playing Werewolf then? We're not even going to act anymore! The viewers in the live stream were stunned by this completely unpredictable turn of events.

In layman's terms, it means she was so scared she cried.

Be a person with a conscience! Be a person with a conscience!

[I have a thought: what if the number one beauty isn't one of the myriad races?]

[You mean Number One Beauty isn't human, but a monster?]

Compared to the eerie, I think the number one beauty is more like a legendary deity! After all, she's my own wife, don't I know her well?

[You dare impersonate me?!]

[Nonsense! This is clearly my wife! (Taking away the beautiful Ranran)]

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was even more eerie.

The three werewolf players were filled with relief at surviving a close call. Luckily, they had chosen to stick close to Number One from the beginning. If they had really had any wicked thoughts, they probably wouldn't even know how they died.

The fortune teller Luo Shu's face turned deathly pale. She looked at Mu Zhixi, then at the identity on the stone pillar, feeling that her professional skills had been insulted like never before.

Divination and prophecy seem like a joke in front of this person.

Only Ji Xinghui, after her initial shock, quickly calmed down.

He was glad he hadn't acted rashly and used the [Deception Roulette] again to test the other party.

She can see through hidden professions at a glance, so it's not hard to understand why she can see through these small identity cards.

"Captain..." Luo Shu's voice was a little weak.

"I've said it before," Ji Xinghui gently patted her shoulder, her tone filled with complete relief, "there is no concept of 'game' between us and her."

"The game is a two-way street. What we see as rules of life and death may be no different from strolling in her own backyard."

"Oh, no," Ji Xinghui added, "Perhaps in the eyes of those beings, dying to please her is our greatest value and honor."

Luo Shu remained silent.

Indeed, a group of knights, each with a strength comparable to S+ level, upon seeing her, did not react with confrontation or probing, but instead bowed and knelt without uttering a word.

If it were simply based on her background, others would politely add the prefix "Holy Domain" when mentioning her, but the knights simply said "Your Majesty."

This single title is enough to explain everything.

At this moment, Mu Zhixi also engraved her last identity.

Number One: Civilian

After finishing all this, she casually tossed the stone chisel aside, turned around, and looked at the blank faces behind her, feeling somewhat bored.

So what if they know your identities? What's the big deal? As legitimate NPCs, isn't it normal for them to have this much authority?

Her aloof and indifferent gaze swept over the crowd, but the players interpreted it in a different way.

His Majesty seems disappointed…

Indeed, this was a test! Unfortunately, they were so engrossed in their own self-interest and infighting that they disappointed her so much.

After everyone realized what had happened, their faces stung with pain.

It was at this moment, as the last character fell, that the Dragon Girl's figure reappeared. She looked at the result on the stone pillar, and a hint of admiration even appeared in her blood-red eyes.

This is unprecedented; it's the first time everyone has passed the test.

[All identities have been verified and confirmed to be genuine.]

[The final game, "The Judgment of the Hall," has ended. Congratulations to all survivors; a complete victory!]

[Ten minutes later, players will be forcibly teleported out of the instance, and rewards will be calculated simultaneously.]

The grand announcement echoed through the hall, but the joy of victory could not diminish the shock in the hearts of any player.

They won, but won inexplicably and with trepidation.

Gu Wenzhou's thoughts were racing, his gaze incredibly complex.

Perhaps this is her true code of conduct: in the face of absolute order, any lies and tricks will be utterly crushed.

As the saying goes, those who understand the times are the heroes.

This old saying applies equally to bizarre games, especially when facing someone who can manipulate even the rules; any wishful thinking seems foolish and superfluous.

After realizing that Miss Number One possessed almost omniscient and omnipotent prediction abilities, the eleven surviving players on the field decisively gave up the struggle.

Among them were those who had harbored wicked thoughts, but the moment such thoughts arose, they were met with an even deeper sense of powerlessness.

In short, she was so scared that she cried.

Just when everyone thought that this seven-star dungeon was about to end in an unexpected and peaceful way, an unexpected change occurred.

In front of each player, a bronze-colored, circular button covered with intricate patterns appeared out of thin air.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, then instinctively looked at their companions, only to find that the other person was also looking at them with the same expression. This subtle detail made the quick-witted individuals present instantly understand what was going on.

Does every player have this?

The button hovered silently in mid-air, while Mu Zhixi stood in complete emptiness.

The beauty had already returned to the soft chair at the edge of the hall, her silver-white skirt spread out beside her, her pale golden hair hanging down to her waist, and the white feather covering her eyes quietly closed, exuding a sense of detachment as if it were none of her business.

The dragon girl sat down next to her, acting coquettishly, her two short legs unable to reach the ground, only able to sway gently in mid-air.

Mu Zhixi naturally noticed the players' strange reactions.

Eleven pairs of eyes were all staring into the air, occasionally exchanging glances, making it seem like they were attending some kind of secret meeting where communication could only be done via brainwaves.

However, she couldn't be bothered to ask.

The dungeon is about to close, the identity issue has been resolved, and all that's left is to wait for the teleportation. She can finally legitimately steal a moment of leisure.

Cheng Xiaocheng lowered her voice, "Ran-jie seems to be blind."

"This thing is probably only aimed at us," Gu Wenzhou observed Mu Zhixi's expression. "The alchemist intentionally leaked information to us before, and this button may also have come from him."

Everyone realized that this button was probably the work of the alchemist, a "surprise" left for them alone, while this esteemed ruler might not even see it.

Werewolf Number Three frowned. "How can you be sure pressing that won't trigger some special effect? ​​Like elimination?"

No one could answer; the buttons offered no explanation, no hints, and even the eerie game itself provided no relevant judgment. The more this was the case, the less dared anyone to act rashly.

Should we press it?

Time is running out. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, someone has to take the first step.

Just as the players were in a state of great anxiety, Mu Zhixi received a truly delightful surprise.

The dragon girl, who had been clinging to her and rubbing her little head against her palm, suddenly seemed to remember something important and stopped rubbing against her.

She took a half step back, her small face full of seriousness.

Then, she carefully took something out of her bosom...