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

Just as Gu Wenzhou was racking his brains to buy time, Mu Zhixi seemed to sense his gaze and looked up, her icy blue eyes glancing at him indifferently.

Mu Zhixi was somewhat surprised to see another of her own employees appear, but she was too lazy to say anything more, since she was currently using a different identity and the other party was completely unfamiliar with each other.

But in that one glance, Gu Wenzhou felt an indescribable warm current surge through his entire body.

His breathing, which had been somewhat disordered due to tension, calmed down instantly, and even the restless soul of the old ghost in his mind subsided.

That's right, who is Gu Wenzhou? He's Mu Zhixi's officially certified textual researcher! A leading figure in the Dihua world of the Holy Land!

As expected, Gu Wenzhou instantly "grasped" the deeper meaning.

That was definitely not a casual glance; it must have been a warning!

This elf lady was probably reminding him that he, Gu Wenzhou, was not one of those newcomers who knew nothing about this world.

He's a teammate of the top player, having participated in the same dungeon twice and successfully cleared it! He even shares the same identity as the top player—an outstanding graduate of Faceless High School!

Rounding up, he and the big boss are actually from the same lineage, and were even classmates!

The old ghost inside him pondered deeply, "Kid, I can feel it, it's that...it's that elf lady watching us."

Just as expected!

A sudden thought flashed through Gu Wenzhou's mind, and he suddenly remembered the "perfect score essay" from Wumian No. 1 Middle School, which was Cheng Xiaocheng's heartfelt essay, "My Goddess Sister," which was enough to bring tears to the eyes of listeners and break their hearts.

An absurd yet daring idea arose in his mind, and Gu Wenzhou seemed to understand something.

"Old Ghost, you guessed right."

Gu Wenzhou adjusted his glasses, a confident smile on his face. "That Miss Eileen was just pointing out my identity."

"Identity? Aren't you just a lazy dog ​​who got promoted to S-rank by riding on Miss Number One's coattails?" Old Ghost was a little puzzled; he always spoke bluntly.

Gu Wenzhou habitually ignored the foreigner's negative comments. He simply raised his head and met the fierce gaze of the three-headed hellhound: "What a noisy beast."

He calmly straightened his collar under the gaze of the crowd, and said in a flat tone, "Stop! Do you know who is standing in front of you?"

Cerberus paused noticeably, and the sixteen eyes on its three heads simultaneously displayed a look of bewilderment, as if they were looking at an idiot.

The players below were also somewhat confused. What was this person going to do? Was he giving his last words before he died?

However, Gu Wenzhou's next words stunned everyone.

"I am Gu Wenzhou!"

"A distinguished graduate of Faceless High School, from the same school as Her Majesty the Goddess! He was one of the two hundred outstanding individuals present when Her Majesty the Goddess preached!"

"A lost lamb who once basked in the radiance of a crowned goddess!"

"The lucky ones who witnessed the miracle of the 'Sanctuary' descending!"

"A follower of one of the goddess's agents of will who walks the earth... a reserve member of the Sanctuary's hidden faction!"

Gu Wenzhou rattled off a string of titles that sounded incredibly impressive and intimidating, yet upon closer examination seemed to say nothing at all, or perhaps were nothing at all.

"I am the most loyal follower of the Sanctuary, and I have also been bathed in the same radiance as Her Majesty the Goddess, and I have also had the honor of hearing the divine message left by Her Majesty in the villa."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately paused for a moment, looking at the three-headed hellhound with a pitying and helpless gaze.

"If you retreat now, I might spare your life out of respect for Her Majesty the Goddess's mercy. Otherwise, when divine punishment descends, you, a mere SS-rank, will not even be worthy of turning into dust."

Not to mention Cerberus, even the players below the arena were dumbfounded.

What is that?

Who is this guy? Is he that awesome?

It sounds impressive, but something feels off. A sacred place? Why are they bringing up outstanding graduates again? What's all this about?

[Wow, he was the hidden master all along?!]

[Upstairs, this is my first time watching a live stream. What's the Sanctuary? What's this guy doing? Is he just reciting a menu?]

[A follower of the Sanctuary? I'm the head of the Sanctuary's toilets, anyone can brag.]

At this moment, another eight-star comment appeared.

Ji Xing replied: [If you really were the head of any random toilet in the Holy Land, I'd have to kneel before you, and I might not even be able to get a meeting, because toilet attendants in the Holy Land are probably all at least SS+ level.]

[I understand now! Each title represents a hidden piece of history related to the Sanctuary that we don't know about! This guy is a living history book!]

[The key point is the goddess's follower! He actually graduated from the same school as her! No wonder he could be summoned by the Phantom Butterfly Clan, known for their connections!]

Most of the new players were there to watch the show, while the veteran players who had experienced the previous dungeons, especially those who had watched the live stream of the full moon event, fell silent.

They knew that every word Gu Wenzhou said could be true!

Gu Wenzhou was unaware of the outside world's reaction. At this moment, all his attention was focused on the three-headed hellhound. His heart was pounding and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

This could be considered the most important gamble of his life. If he won, the future would be bright; if he lost... well, consider it a testament to the power of language.

On the arena, even the three-headed hellhound seemed to be stunned by his words. Its roars weakened, and the expressions on its three heads showed some confusion.

It certainly couldn't understand these complicated titles, but it could sense that the human in front of it seemed... not to be trifled with.

Just then, the few "players" disguised as dungeon guides mixed in with the crowd exchanged a look that only they could understand.

Almost simultaneously, the massive body of Cerberus on the arena trembled violently. In the instant it hesitated, several cold voices rang in its mind.

"Get out of the way."

"Don't touch him!"

"Do you want to die?"

"Do you want us to die with you?"

These voices came from the dungeon guides who were disguised as players.

They were absolutely terrified.

What a joke! This student has heard His Majesty preach, and might even have His Majesty's aura on him!

What if we die here, and that master gets angry and crushes them along with these seven copies?

The three-headed hellhound's massive body trembled violently, and its three heads looked at each other in terror.

It understood that this human was the person the important figure the referee had specifically requested to protect!

This isn't a competition; it's clearly a test of its loyalty!

Having figured this out, Cerberus's attitude underwent a complete 360-degree change.

It retracted its fangs, drooped its three heads, and even tried to force a fawning expression, though the expression looked even more ferocious and terrifying against the backdrop of the ghastly green flames.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, it suddenly changed direction and scrambled towards the edge of the arena. In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace.

[The defending champion has voluntarily forfeited; the Illusionary Butterfly Clan is the winner of this match.]

The system's cold notification tone was like a drop of water falling into a calm pan of oil, instantly igniting the entire scene.

"Huh??? This...this works too?"

"He just mentioned a few titles, and he scared away an SS-level boss?!"

"The Holy Land... Your Majesty the Goddess... Does her mere name possess such terrifying power? Just who is she?!"