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

What do you mean by that?

[Look at position two, it's Yuexi, the undisputed strongest player below S-rank who can hold her own at a lower level. In the last dungeon, she single-handedly wiped out eleven other players and escaped unscathed.]

[Yuexi is in this game too? This game is definitely high-level!]

[Number three is the vice president of the Deduction Guild, an A+ rank, ID: Wen Gu, just one step away from S- rank. Moreover, he's a recognized top-tier deduction master! Known as the "Little Conan of China"!]

[I don't know number four, but I know number five well. His ID is "Iron Mouth Prediction," he's an A-level player, and he brags about how great he is every time he enters a dungeon.]

So... Number One is stronger than Queen Moon Dawn?

After the "detail expert" posted the message, the live stream chat was buzzing with discussion.

[You mean, the seat number for position one is 1, Boss Yuexi is 2, President Wengu is 3, and the braggart is 5... This order is based on ability?!]

[Seriously? What rank is that number one? Daring to go toe-to-toe with the S-rank, bizarre Moon Sister, and she's only ranked second?]

Calm down, what if it's just a coincidence?

[I'm afraid it's not a coincidence. Did you notice? Number one was the last to arrive, the last of the twelve to enter, yet he sat in seat number one.]

[Looking forward to it!! The number one angel sister must be a master! Otherwise, who would be so calm and aloof in a six-star dungeon!]

Only the dispatcher probably knows the truth.

Players only saw a reasonable explanation framework and spontaneously inserted Mu Zhixi into it.

This analysis not only circulated in the live chat, but the contestants around the round table, though unable to see the live chat, were also making similar deductions in their minds.

Yuexi, who was number two, put down the spade card she was spinning.

Those who know her know that elegance is just her facade.

In the previous instance, this Miss Yuexi jokingly led eleven teammates into a deadly trap, and incidentally wiped out the eerie entity, leaving no survivors.

Rumor has it that she has mysophobia, so she chose to let her teammates die as far away from her as possible.

At this moment, Yuexi tilted her head and looked at Mu Zhixi with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Sister Yue, do you know Number One?" Wen Gu, the man with gold-rimmed glasses next to her, asked in a low voice.

"I don't know her." Yuexi spoke with a casual smile, "but she was seated in front of me, and she's quite interesting."

Wen Gu didn't say anything more, but he tapped the table more frequently.

The man in position five, with his sharp tongue, glanced at the woman in position one who was resting with her eyes closed against the back of her chair, then at Yuexi in position two who was smiling gently. He opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't dare to utter a sound.

He may be a braggart, but he's not stupid.

These two are not to be trifled with.

Mu Zhixi tapped the desktop with her fingertip, checking if the bracelet had a menu.

To others, this casual gesture was interpreted as an impatient warning, a condescending indifference.

The thin, middle-aged man next to seat number five shrank back, no longer daring to speak.

Even Yuexi glanced at Mu Zhixi again, her amused expression deepening.

Mu Zhixi herself was completely unaware of this and was still trying to tame the bracelet.

Oh, here's the menu.

Just as the atmosphere reached a critical point, the black screen at the front of the hall lit up.

A hissing sound of electricity entered their eardrums, and a narrow, enclosed room appeared on the screen above their heads.

A humanoid silhouette dressed in a tattered tailcoat sat in a chair, with a swirling cloud of gray mist floating above its head, holding a leather register in its hands.

"Welcome to the Hunting Game."

The sound squeezed out of the gray fog, carrying a damp, bubbly sound, as if it came from underwater.

"I am the leader of this event, you can call me—the Skull Stitcher."

"This game will be streamed live in its entirety. Your performance will be simultaneously broadcast to real-world forums, the eerie audience area, and the game channel."

"Survive, showcase yourself, and attract attention. Each viewer can only follow one person and has only one chance to unfollow, until the followed person dies or the game is completed."

The craniotomy surgeon opened the register.

"The goals are simple: any participant with over five million followers can complete the game solo. A team with 30,000 points and surviving to the end can complete the game as a team. The rest are up to the participants to figure out."

"You can check your follower count, points, item inventory, and live stream popularity through the wristband."

"Please cherish every opportunity to perform. Those with low attention will be considered low-value items by the game during the night settlement."

"Friendly reminder: This game will continue to add participants, and there are non-player units present. Please identify them yourself."

When the last sentence was uttered, many people around the round table tensed up.

Non-player units? Besides players, what else could they be? Isn't that strange?

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhixi pressed her back against the chair.

Don't look at me.

I'm just an ordinary, kind-hearted NPC.

Yes, I have a legitimate position and I'm legally employed.

After the skull-stitching expert finished reading the rules, the screen should have been turned off, but it suddenly stopped.

The cloud of gray mist contracted slightly, then it stood up from the chair.

Everyone was on edge.

After the skull-stitching man stood up, the gray mist around his head turned toward the round table, but he cleverly avoided looking directly at anyone.

The gray mist swept across the twelve people, paused for about two seconds, then placed one hand on its chest and bowed, its movements much more formal than before.

"It seems we have a distinguished guest here."

Its voice was an order of magnitude more respectful than before: "The rules continue as usual. May your deaths be worthwhile."

It paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"I also hope you have a great time."

The black and white screen went completely dark.

The eyes of several players around the round table were darting back and forth, but the question was, who was the Skull Stitcher talking to?

When it bowed, the gray mist didn't point in any specific direction; it simply bowed slightly towards the round table.

This is interesting.

Of the twelve people, none of them knew who the "you" was addressed to.

Yuexi was the first to look away, turning her spade card again as if nothing had happened.

Wen Gu, in position three, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze shifting between Mu Zhixi and Yue Xi, but ultimately came to no conclusion.

No one asked, because asking would be tantamount to revealing that they didn't know.

In six-star dungeons, information asymmetry is a matter of life and death.

[The Skull Stitcher bowed? The six-star dungeon leader bowed to the participants?]

[No, who is it looking at? I feel like it's not looking at anyone at all.]

The gray mist shifted towards the round table, but didn't pinpoint any specific person, which only heightened the intrigue and suggested that the distinguished guest was of such high status that the Skull-Sealer dared not look directly at them.

[You can't look directly at it? Then I'm even more concerned.]

[Moonlight? Moonlight is the strongest below S-rank, but the Skull Stitcher is a six-star dungeon guide, so logically he wouldn't bow to her, right?]

【Then there's only one possibility left: Angel Number One!】

[An unranked hidden profession, looks like a Westerner, seems like someone more complex than you.]

[Bet! Number One will be at least S-rank!]

[Is S-rank enough? The Skull Stitchers don't even give a damn about the leaders of top-tier guilds. So, is the Sanctuary Church some kind of large, undisclosed organization?]

[You guys chat first, I've already followed you. I don't want the cancelled spot, I'll take a gamble.]

[The person upstairs is very brave... I'd like to wait and see.]

Mu Zhixi was sitting in seat number one, wondering whether she should take the opportunity to say something like "GG" when number nine suddenly stood up.

Stop pretending to be a ghost!

The burly man endured it for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back.

On the one hand, he was losing face. The moment the man who stitched up the skull bowed, everyone received a signal: there was someone at this table whom he couldn't afford to offend.

But the uncertainty of not knowing who it was made him irritable.

On the other hand, he didn't believe that a woman sitting there without saying a word could really overpower him.

Number Nine's knee had just left the seat.

Click.

A thin black line popped out from under the round table.

The next second, Number Nine was pierced through by the silk thread, his upper body slid back onto the chair back, while his lower body remained in the standing position.

[Contestant number nine violated Rule 1 of the first night and has been eliminated from the game.]

Everyone froze in place, then all eyes turned to Mu Zhixi, who had remained silent.