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

Mu Zhixi rested her chin on her hand listlessly, maintaining her aloof and cold demeanor.

At least in the eyes of the various dungeon navigators who are responsible for serving as background figures, His Majesty must have remembered something, and may even be communicating with the legendary gods!

Your Majesty's move must have a profound meaning, but they are too shallow to comprehend it.

Mu Zhixi was staring at the string of numbers that kept rolling upwards, her mind filled with questions.

She was just sitting here in a daze and didn't do anything, so how come her efficiency in harvesting faith points skyrocketed like a rocket?

Is this the legendary "winning life without lifting a finger"?

In order to find out where this sudden huge fortune came from, Mu Zhixi patiently pulled up the detailed bills in the system.

After searching through a long, dense list of contributors for a long time, Mu Zhixi finally saw a familiar name at the top of the list.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise. It turned out that the top-ranked person who was frantically providing emotional value was none other than Yuexi, the top-performing worker she had pulled into the game.

Watching the other party single-handedly proclaim the greatness of the Holy Land, forcefully draining the awe of those high-star players and converting it into their own faith points, Mu Zhixi felt a surge of smug satisfaction, like seeing a model employee.

"Her professional skills are absolutely top-notch; it would be a disservice to her passion not to give her a year-end bonus."

Mu Zhixi secretly pondered in her heart, and casually clicked on the new ability panel that she had just unlocked not long ago, her eyes falling on the skill icon called "Blessing of the Holy Land".

This skill sounds very sophisticated, but she herself wasn't sure exactly how much of a percentage it would actually add.

Mu Zhixi, taking it as a last resort, directly locked onto Yuexi's coordinates from afar and sent the experimental blessing over, after all, she was a shepherd with a heart full of love and was always generous to her own people.

After finishing all this, Mu Zhixi closed her eyes to rest again. Her pale, alabaster-like skin gave off a sickly and fragile feeling in the dim light.

The tranquil scene alone was enough to make the eerie proctors, who were secretly watching, weak in the knees. None of them dared to disturb them and had no choice but to continue hunting down the players.

Their only goal now is to do everything they can to ensure His Majesty has a good time.

After all, if Your Majesty doesn't have fun, then Your Majesty will have to play with them!

On the other side, facing a group of players who were secretly gossiping, Yuexi stood at the end of the corridor, idly flipping a spade card with sharp edges.

The well-tailored rose-patterned gown perfectly accentuated her dashing figure, making her look stunning and aggressive as she walked.

The black, rotten flesh that the Demon Pig Clan player had transformed into was still writhing on the ground, and no one around dared to approach, even keeping their eyes off the ground with extreme caution.

It's not that they're cowards, it's just that it's genuinely terrifying!

Yuexi didn't even flinch at the hem of her skirt. She stood in front of the rotting flesh, her rose-red dress trailing at her feet, her long hair braided into thin plaits draped over her shoulders, and a strand of hair on the other side brushed against her neck in the wind, revealing a delicate silver earring.

"Have you all seen this clearly?" The beauty glanced coldly at the group of opportunistic opportunists, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings. "The sanctuary's forgiveness is always reserved for those who have gone astray. Those who harbor evil intentions and dare to touch divine grace should bear the consequences of their choices."

One of the first players whispered, "Your Excellency Yue, when you speak of divine grace, are you referring to His Holiness the Holy Land?"

Some of the players who arrived later looked at the person who spoke, their eyes full of confusion. What is the Sanctuary?

Yuexi turned her face, her beautiful eyes falling on the speaker, but without any warmth. "The Holy Domain has only one Your Majesty."

She tucked the parchment into her sleeve, her tone calm, "As for the Lord you speak of, He doesn't care whether you believe in Him or not. He will only bestow His downcast gaze when you are devout enough."

"Just who is that person?" some of them asked in unison.

"You are not worthy to know," Yuexi replied crisply. If it weren't for promoting Miss Number One's fame and expanding the number of believers, she wouldn't have bothered to say another word.

After all, in her view, the bright moon in the sky should shine its pure light on all living beings, and the goddess's radiance should cover all the filth in this world without reservation.

Whether these ants on the ground understand the great love of the gods is completely irrelevant.

The surrounding players showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever; their matter-of-fact attitude only made them feel that this was befitting the status of the young lady of the eight-star Diana clan.

Yuexi is quite famous on the Wanzu server, after all... there are many precious videos circulating on the forums of players attacking the soles of her shoes with their faces.

That person: I just shoved the sole of her shoe right in my face!

Therefore, if Yuexi were willing to explain everything clearly, they would suspect that there was another trap involved.

"You only need to remember that the Sanctuary protects the lost, and His Majesty has mercy on all beings."

Yuexi looked up at the sky, where golden feathers still drifted across the seven-colored sky. The giant golden eye that spanned the sky had closed, but the remaining sacred aura still enveloped the square.

"He is willing to shield you from the hand of arrogance and to move the battlefield to this instance, leaving you a way to survive."

"What you need to do is simple: don't let Him encounter the bad side of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, several teams nearby lowered their heads one after another.

Some people took out their tribal emblems and placed them on the ground, some knelt on one knee, and others raised their hands and made their respective tribal prayers towards the sky.

Whether this so-called goddess is real or fake, or even if she's just putting on an act, it's still a win-win situation!

They were well aware of how important it was to cling to the coattails of a high-ranking member of an eight-star race in this death-defying examination with its seven layers of rules.

Yuexi watched this scene, her red lips curving slightly, without saying a word.

She should have done this long ago. Miss Number One is high above everyone else and deserves to be admired by all. If she can't even promote her fame, what right does she have to follow her?

[A fanatic has been detected! Current primary source of faith: Moonbeam. Single-person faith conversion efficiency increased by 376%.]

Mu Zhixi sat in the central examination room, her pen hovering in mid-air.

She glanced at the numbers in the back office.

Fifty-six thousand, fifty-eight thousand, sixty-one thousand.

The numbers are still jumping upwards, growing much faster than before, with a significant sum added every few breaths.

Mu Zhixi remained silent for a moment, then looked towards the square across the space.

The beautiful woman in the red dress stood in the center of the crowd, calmly explaining the doctrines of the Holy Land to her. She even broke down the few lines that the girl had made up on the spot and explained them, managing to put together a complete belief system.

Mu Zhixi's expression remained unchanged, but a thought quietly popped into her mind.

This efficiency is just too high. What strange drama did Yuexi add to herself?

As for the Holy Domain Glimmer, which has yet to take effect, Mu Zhixi didn't have high expectations.

The ability "Blessing of the Holy Land" sounds impressive, but judging from the way the stats are usually displayed, the actual effect might just be to cast a little light around you and give your allies a slight boost in stats—a minor, albeit negligible, bonus.

Moonlight is arguably her most stable source of faith, and occasionally distributing employee benefits is in line with the basic ethics of a conscientious cultist.

Outside the examination hall, ever since the system's warning appeared, the camaraderie among the surviving players, which had initially arisen from facing the crisis together, had long since vanished.

Are the teammates around you really teammates?

Or is it merely wearing the skin of its own kind, while its insides have long been replaced by some unknown monster?

Once the seeds of suspicion are sown, they will grow wildly. No one will dare to trust anyone easily anymore, not even those who fought alongside you before. Now, the way you look at each other is more scrutinizing and distant.

However, the instinct for survival ultimately prevailed over the inner barriers. In such a complex and dangerous world, being alone meant an even faster death.

The players maintained a semblance of a team structure, but each had their own agenda, keeping a close watch on their "comrades" while cautiously exploring this eerie academy.

"The rules here are too chaotic. The rules of the seven instances are superimposed, making it a dead end at every turn."

"You guys are so cultured! In our tribe's parlance, is this something a human could do? Isn't this shady?!"

[School Rule 7: When walking on campus in the evening, you must first step out with your left foot.]

[School Rule 19: In the evening, any student who steps out with their left foot first will be considered disrespectful to the school and will be removed on the spot.]

Such contradictory rules abound, like meticulously woven death nets, waiting for careless prey to walk right into them.

Players can only choose to stay where they are or search for those "gray areas" that are not yet covered by the rules, moving slowly like zombies by hopping and skipping.

Just then, a faint, unusual sound came from afar without warning. At first, it sounded like some heavy object crushing a bluestone slab, but then the rhythm quickened and turned into the deafening sound of horses' hooves.

"Da...da da..."

The sound was initially very soft, as if it came from a distant time and space, carrying a strange rhythm that seemed particularly abrupt in the deathly quiet campus.

"Did you hear that? It sounds like horses' hooves?"

A fox-man pricked up his furry ears and asked uncertainly.

"Horses? How could there be horses in this godforsaken place?"