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

Upon hearing this, the players turned their heads in unison, casting their gazes upon the silver-haired elf who was leisurely eating by the ancient well.

Mu Zhixi was too lazy to pay attention to these delusional people; it was nothing more than a display of the peculiar human-like brain circuits.

To put it more elegantly, how would you say it in the Sanctuary? — "The Lord doesn't care."

Of course, the "master" in this context refers to Mu Zhixi, after all, isn't she also the "master" in the mouths of all living beings?

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but his voice was hoarse, as if he had become numb. The players' hearts were in turmoil, but they did not show much shock on their faces.

Eileen was casually brushing the pastry crumbs off her fingertips, completely unaware of the commotion around her, as if she were in another peaceful time and space.

The clan chief swallowed hard, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and continued to ask, "My second question is, what should we do now to maximize our benefits?"

Upon hearing this, the phantom of the genie's lamp curled into a malicious smile and said, "Oh, sir, you can write your weird player number on a piece of paper now and then put it in your mouth~"

This scathing reply made the surrounding air freeze. As expected of a product directly connected to the system's will, even its sarcasm was so precise and deadly.

The clan leader's forehead veins bulged, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Several players who were nearby didn't dare to breathe, fearing that this top player on the leaderboard might lose control and drag them into the mess.

Mu Zhixi, who was some distance away, had just swallowed the last bite of rose pastry and was resting her chin on her hand, looking utterly bored.

Mu Zhixi didn't want to know what strange things these players were imagining. From her perspective, these people were just having a boring seminar.

Perhaps they are discussing how to get through this crisis?

Oh, my dear leeks, don't worry, I, Mu Zhixi, as a merciful goddess, will protect you through this ordeal.

I, Mu Zhixi, love nothing more than holding an umbrella for others to shield them from the wind and rain!

Yuexi walked over with elegant steps, her red dress swaying gracefully in the dim light.

The woman in the red dress had icy eyes, looking at people as if she were examining a toy about to be dissected. Only when she turned to Eileen did her red lips curl into an extremely beautiful smile.

"Miss Eileen seems quite interested in what's happening over there?"

Mu Zhixi raised her icy blue eyes and glanced at her, her tone flat yet exuding the noble arrogance unique to the elven race, saying, "What's there to care about in a group of lost souls who don't even understand their own situation?"

Yuexi nodded in deep agreement, her beautiful eyes filled with approval, and said, "You are right. In the face of absolute power, any struggle is futile. I really look forward to seeing Your Majesty the Goddess soon."

Mu Zhixi rolled her eyes inwardly. This pervert who loves to touch a woman's waist is truly unchanging in his nature.

Is the goddess's waist really that good?

After experiencing it firsthand, Mu Zhixi said that the goddess's entire body was like a piece of glass, and it was worth this pervert staring at her.

How naive! From the castle until now, why has Yuexi been constantly provoking her and lusting after her body?

Mu Zhixi's face remained expressionless as she gazed quietly ahead, her voice ethereal and detached from worldly concerns, "If she wants to see you, she will naturally show herself."

Yuexi became even more excited after receiving this ambiguous answer.

She firmly believed that everything the goddess arranged was meaningful, and even today's unfair arena match must have been a setup by the goddess to test her believers.

As soon as Gu Wenzhou returned to the human city, he immediately searched for and found the live stream of the race's destiny battlefield.

The words the elf lady said before she left had hurt him deeply, to the point that the old ghost still hadn't recovered.

The old man, who thought he had hidden himself well, and Lao Gu, who heard this, were both bewildered: "Me? An old man? Not a little guy?"

Old Ghost: My life is over!

Startled, Gu Wenzhou called Cheng Xiaocheng over and, trying to remain calm, recounted everything that had just happened to her. Only then did he begin to communicate with the old ghost in his mind.

"Old Ghost, what do you think those people are doing? The aura of that lamp is very unusual."

The old ghost's voice, blowing his beard and glaring, echoed in Gu Wenzhou's mind. "That's a sinister object that can communicate directly with those above. They're probably trying to find out about that elf lady."

"However, what truly surprised me was that the elven lady saw through my presence at a glance, proving that her own strength was definitely not weak either."

Gu Wenzhou smiled gently and analyzed the current situation clearly, saying, "The more they find out about the details, the less confident they will be."

"To be connected to His Majesty, the waters behind this elven lady are deep enough to drown the entire multiverse server."

Old Ghost wholeheartedly agreed with this viewpoint, echoing, "These ignorant brats will only bring about their own demise sooner or later. It's wise of us to follow His Majesty."

On the other side, after a fierce internal struggle, the clan chief finally managed to suppress his anger.

He knew there was no point in arguing with this magic lamp. Since the first two questions had yielded disheartening answers, the last question had to be to the point.

He stared intently at the illusory figure in the tuxedo, his voice filled with an unyielding determination as he uttered his final question.

"My last wish is to know just how terrifying Miss Eileen's background is."

This time, the sharp-tongued genie clearly pondered for a long time, as if the question had touched upon some unspeakable taboo, and even the illusory figure flickered a few times.

The little braided soul, who had maintained a disdainful attitude, suppressed his smile. Despite his efforts to suppress it, he could not hide his panic.

Time ticked by, and the players huddled together held their breath. Even the usually composed top players on the leaderboard were sweating as they stared intently at the phantom that represented the system's will.

The phantom finally moved, letting out a long sigh, its tone becoming more solemn than ever before.

"I will tell you in the most straightforward, simple, and direct way possible, without any beating around the bush—"

The phantom paused deliberately, whetting everyone's appetite to the extreme, before slowly completing the second half of the sentence.

"The titles of this young lady's perfect essay are: My Ancient Goddess Sister, My Sword Fairy Sister, My Aunt, the Lord of the Ocean of Myriad Realms, My Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Pet, My Clingy and Race-Destroying God-like Sister-in-Law, and My Shepherd Uncle Who Has Been Invincible for Four Eras Since the Beginning of Creation."

"Friendly reminder: according to the person above, we are currently in the Fifth Era~"

For a moment, everyone was stunned: "??????????"

Weren't we supposed to start on the same starting line? How come this person's birth point is at the finish line?!