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

On the arena, the sword immortal looked at the plate of "pastries." Just when everyone thought she would refuse, she slowly reached out and picked up a piece from the plate.

The aloof and cold beauty didn't eat it; she simply held the pastry in her hand, then turned her head away, no longer looking at Eileen.

"The imperial court's iron hooves may be late, but they will not be absent," her voice remained cold, but now carried a complex and unfathomable emotion. "If you still want to protect these insects, then hurry up and leave."

"You are just like her, so concerned about these insects. You didn't learn her abilities, but you have her kindness. How tragic."

After saying that, she flashed and turned into a streak of light, disappearing from the spot, along with the opposing champion, who was also reduced to dust.

The defending champion has been eliminated. The Moon Clan has won this match.

Another... another instant kill?

The players have become numb, feeling like they've missed out on a fortune. All they want to know now is what's so special about the "top-grade pastry" that the sword immortal took.

Mu Zhixi looked at the empty arena and nodded in satisfaction.

Great, I've shown off my connections again and gotten my faith points. It's time to wrap things up and take a break. Even the supernatural needs a vacation!

She was about to step off the stage when she saw Yuexi and Lingxi walking towards her.

"Miss Eileen, you are as beautiful as ever." Yuexi's red lips curved into a stunning smile.

Mu Zhixi waved to them, signaling them to come over.

She handed them the plate of "pastries" that still had a few pieces left, saying, "Here, these are for you. Try them; they're Ranran's cooking."

Yuexi and Lingxi looked at the contents of the dish, but their expressions remained unchanged.

However, Yuexi was Yuexi after all. She only paused for a moment before elegantly picking up a piece, her movements as natural as if she were savoring some rare delicacy.

Seeing this, Ling Xi quickly followed suit.

"The taste... is very unique," Yuexi gave a fair assessment.

Mu Zhixi smiled genuinely.

As expected of her, she's even so talented in cooking!

She knew it! In her past life, her little darlings learned to go out and order takeout, and even learn to cook at home, all voluntarily! It certainly wasn't because she cooked a huge pot of food and almost wiped them all out.

"It's just seven days and seven nights of vomiting and diarrhea, is it really that big of a deal?" Mu Zhixi's gaze towards Yuexi and the others even revealed a hint of affection, though it was unclear how long it would last.

Just then, a new player from the "Eye of True Sight" race appeared, his eyes filled with determination. His race was born with powerful detection abilities, although the cost was proportional to them.

He had always been curious about the various illogical aspects of the game, especially about Miss Eileen, who seemed shrouded in an unfathomable mystery.

After witnessing the terrifying sword immortal and the incredible skill of "repelling the enemy with verbal attacks," his curiosity reached its peak.

But even a fool knows that directly investigating these terrifying beings is tantamount to suicide.

But... what if we're just investigating one item?

The player's gaze finally fell on the plate of dark brown pastries that had been the subject of countless discussions, taken away by the Sword Immortal, and tasted by Yuexi and Lingxi.

He took a deep breath, thinking of the scapegoat he had just acquired, and activated his strongest talent skill.

The Eye of Truth, activated.

The players of the True Sight Clan had a strange purple light in their eyes as their gaze was fixed on the brown pastry that Yuexi was holding in her hand and examining closely.

He had only hoped to discern the item's origin or attribute bonuses, but the moment the skill took effect, a dense stream of data flooded into his field of vision like a burst dam.

[Item Name: Genesis Era - Her Practice Failure No. 74]

[Quality: Undefinable/Varies drastically depending on the producer's mood and the consumer's experience.]

[Author: Ran.]

[Reason for creation: After his adorable pet cub "Gulu" refused to eat for the 73rd time, based on the educational philosophy of "once, twice, but not seventy-three," and with the core idea that "God loves the world, but not picky eaters," this character was created.]

[Ingredients: Crystallized resentment of the Abyss Lord (for flavoring), tender shoots of the newly born World Tree (to add a refreshing taste), a pinch of forgotten ancient debris powder (said to replenish trace elements), and a drop of tear accidentally dripped in from an 'unspeakable being' (the main source of the sour taste).]

[Friendly reminder: The final interpretation of this item belongs to the creator. It is recommended that you do not attempt this without "protagonist's halo" or "a willingness to die".]

[The creator successfully deterred three "Starry Sky Beasts" attempting to steal food supplies in the original world using this item; its effectiveness is outstanding and it is trustworthy.]

Is this really something that players can see?

After reading this long introduction, the player's legs went weak, and he gasped for breath like a fish out of water.

This doesn't look like a pastry at all; it's a weapon designed to destroy the world!

Prince Yuexi and Miss Lingxi ate it without changing their expressions, and even gave it a very high rating. Their composure and background are truly unfathomable.

The chat room was buzzing with excitement because of this player's unusual behavior, with many viewers speculating about what he had seen.

Ji Xinghui's large account name appeared prominently on the screen with a line of large characters.

[According to my divination, the True Sight Clan has really gone all out. Even the clan leader has personally intervened. This person has actually used the possession card offered by the entire clan, just to investigate an item.]

The audience was immediately in an uproar. The identity of the contestant on the top list was revealed, adding a subtle change to the already oppressive atmosphere.

The clan leader, who was possessing the new player, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead. He had no time to care about the discussions among the viewers in the live stream.

The carnage on the arena continued, and the unchosen players could only huddle together for warmth in the corner. Although the arena was temporarily safe, various high-level native monsters still lingered around.

In this environment, unprotected solo players are like lambs to the slaughter.

The True Eye Clan Chief took a deep breath and took out a uniquely shaped bronze lamp from his storage space.

The lamp's surface is covered with intricate patterns, which are said to allow direct contact with a core element of the eerie game system.

Legend has it that the spirit of this magic lamp has an extremely bad temper, and no one wants to deal with it unless absolutely necessary.

If it's not one, then we're playing with the lives of hundreds of millions of people of an entire race.

The other surviving players gathered around when they saw this.

They could vaguely guess that what this person was holding was definitely a trump card to save their lives.

The lamp's surface glowed with a deep blue light, and a wisp of smoke rose from the wick, gathering in mid-air to form a phantom figure.

The phantom yawned lazily, its gaze sweeping over everyone present, and its voice filled with mockery.

"You insignificant ants, what demands do you have for summoning the agent of the great and eerie will? You all know the rules: besides the three free questions, any additional question beyond that will deduct 20% of the lifespan of the entire clan."

The clan chief forced himself to calm down, his gaze fixed on the illusory figure, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "My first question is to describe our current situation in the most straightforward and unambiguous way possible."

The illusory figure didn't even lift its eyelids, replying almost instantly, "I've mistakenly entered the imperial palace. Please, it's never been dawn."