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

After saying that, Mu Zhixi took the lead and walked straight towards the village entrance. It was time for the world to learn humility!

Seeing the resolute back of the leading elf lady, everyone had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

The moment they stepped into the village, the dilapidated village vanished, replaced by a magnificent, brightly lit palace.

Melodious music drifted from the depths of the palace, and elegantly dressed men and women, holding wine glasses, danced gracefully on the dance floor, creating a scene of peace and prosperity.

Several dungeon guides who followed were also somewhat surprised. They had instructed their subordinates to scout the area beforehand, and this village was not originally like this.

Mu Zhixi secretly activated the illusion, pulling everyone into it in one fell swoop. It was time to fool the players again.

[Ding-dong—Welcome to 'The Last Supper'.]

[Game Rules: Please find your seat before the music ends and enjoy the dinner prepared for you.]

[Friendly reminder: Don't sit in the wrong seat or eat the wrong thing!]

The system notification sounded in the minds of all players.

"An illusion?"

A player instinctively tried to use a dispel skill, only to find that all of their skills had turned gray.

"Skill disabled!!"

In this palace, they were like tigers with their teeth pulled, left to be slaughtered at will.

"Look closely at their faces." Yuexi's voice was calm as she pointedly looked towards the center of the dance floor, at the "people" who were dancing.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention to the dance floor.

Upon seeing this, everyone felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

Those well-dressed men and women all had bright smiles on their faces, but they had no eyes, only empty, dark eye sockets from which black blood flowed continuously.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like puppets controlled by invisible threads, exuding a chilling stiffness.

"Come out. Your tricks are only good for fooling these juniors." The silver-haired girl seemed to have seen through something.

"He usually acts like a god, but secretly he likes to use such despicable means. How ridiculous."

"I may be speaking harshly, but you are not even worth a single hair on Ranran's head. You dare to dream of having the bright moon shine on you alone? How laughable."

Mu Zhixi solemnly stated that when she gets ruthless, she even scolds herself!

As players can see, the girl strode forward, ignoring the stiff "guests," and headed straight for the huge long table deep inside the palace.

On the long table were hundreds of exquisite plates, each with a card bearing a name on it.

Yuexi's gaze swept quickly across the cards, and soon she found her own name, as well as the names of Lingxi and the other escorting players.

But when she tried to find Eileen's name, she couldn't find it anywhere.

Eileen seemed to notice this as well. She walked around the long table and finally stopped in front of an empty seat. There was no plate or name tag on that seat.

"It seems the host family doesn't welcome me."

The girl chuckled softly, casually pulled out a chair, and sat down.

His matter-of-fact, even somewhat provocative, attitude left the surrounding players stunned.

Is this what a big shot is like?!

The moment Mu Zhixi sat down, the music in the entire palace abruptly stopped.

All the dancing puppets stopped moving, turned their heads in unison, and looked at Eileen with their empty eyes.

A powerful aura, akin to divine might, slowly emanated from the deepest part of the palace.

"We meet again." The words echoed throughout the palace that day, carrying a hint of teasing and banter.

Yuexi felt a pang of anxiety and silently shielded the silver-haired girl and her younger sister behind her. The other players also sensed this and huddled together, each clutching their own trump cards.

But Eileen seemed not to hear her. She rested her chin on one hand and tapped the table with the fingers of her other hand.

"Eileen Moonsong has come to pay her a visit. May I ask which of the seven monarchs you are?"

"You've become quite polite these days, haven't you? But you keep accusing me of using despicable methods, yet haven't you yourself been hiding your own?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the silver-haired elf girl's pupils contracted slightly.

Of course, all of this was orchestrated by Mu Zhixi herself.

Her current faith points are limited. If she directly brings out a disguise of a goddess or one of the seven monarchs, the special effects and grandeur will be lacking, making her seem inadequate and lacking in style.

Since that's the case, why not try a different approach?

Her meticulously crafted panel wasn't meant to gather dust in the warehouse; it was time to bring it out and give these unsophisticated players a little taste of the ancient gods.

The next second, to the astonishment of all the players, a dazzling, intricately detailed, and extravagantly decorated panel suddenly appeared above Eileen's head.

[The second most influential person in the world—Eileen Moonsong]

[Passive Ability - Lunar Sanctuary: Ignores all magic damage. Under moonlight, gains a shield equal to 1% of maximum health per second. The shield can stack infinitely and will not disappear after leaving the moonlight environment.]

[Passive Ability - Breath of the Night: In nighttime environments, restores 1% of maximum health and shield per second.]

[Passive Ability - Moon's Wrath: In moonlit environments, all attacks inflict Soul Burn, dealing true damage that cannot be healed by conventional means, and all attributes are increased by 1000%.]

【…】

The densely packed items on the panel were still scrolling down, but this was only the tip of the iceberg, which had already left all the players present with a blank mind.

This...this?

Ignoring all magical damage, automatically regenerating health and shields in the dark, and having all attributes multiplied tenfold under moonlight with true damage... This path doesn't lead to the mortal realm; it's too dark.

If she wins outright, what's the point of them struggling to survive?

Looking at the panel, Yuexi's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise. She had long known that Miss Eileen was of noble status and powerful, but she never expected her to be so unreasonable.

Several "players" disguised as dungeon guides kept their heads down, afraid of being noticed by this old lady.

They were now incredibly grateful that they had chosen to disguise themselves; if they had charged straight at them, they probably wouldn't even know how they died.

[...This is the control panel? Is this definitely not Creative Mode?!]

[No techniques or skills, just numbers, huh?! High damage with the left hand, high damage with the right hand?]

[Assuming there's eight hours of moonlight in a night, 8 multiplied by 60 and then multiplied by 60 equals 28800 seconds. That means a shield that can stack 288 times the health value in one night… My math isn't good, can someone explain what this means?]

The concept is that the damage you deal is less than the shield your opponent gains in a single second.

[Gaining power every second, stacking infinitely... If she sleeps for two days, won't that shield bar above her head look like a shopping receipt barcode?]

[Fun fact: In most worlds, moonlight is a reflection of sunlight, meaning it benefits from both the sun and the moon!]

[Upstairs, your perspective is too narrow. Haven't you heard of the Moon? The Moon is generally invisible to the naked eye!]

So why is she considered "the second most powerful person in the world"? Who's number one? It's chilling to think about!

Just as everyone was deeply moved, the scene in the palace changed again. The magnificent dance floor and everything around it disappeared, leaving only pure darkness.

[Ding-dong—Instance error, forced teleportation imminent, countdown 10, 9, 8…]

The system notification sounded abruptly, but the mysterious celestial voice once again broke the rhythm of the countdown.

"Since you've already spoken, I'll give you face."

The voice sounded somewhat helpless, "However, this place is not yet suitable for our avatars and subordinates to descend. The one in the royal court is no pushover either, and that arrogant fellow is too impatient."

"Please tell 'her' for me."

The voice paused, then suddenly became incredibly gentle, "You've lost your dearest sister, but you still have us."

"We know you best, we know you better than anyone else! We can completely replace your sister and become your closest people. We know all your preferences, we completely understand your helplessness, we are the most suitable couple, aren't we?"