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

At this moment, Mu Zhixi held her forehead, a dull ache spreading from her temples.

The air in the six-star dungeon was filled with a high concentration of mental pollution. Although it didn't affect an NPC like her, her frail constitution was a real limitation.

She needs rest, real rest, not the kind where she sits in a library surrounded by ten people.

As Mu Zhixi was pondering how to leave gracefully, a comment suddenly caught her attention.

Wait, have you guys noticed any movement on the third floor of the library?

What is it?

I'm not sure either, but I think I saw something moving behind the bookshelves on the third floor. It was very shadowy.

Mu Zhixi immediately extended her senses to the third floor.

The three-tiered bookshelves were packed tightly together, with narrow and deep gaps between them. She scanned the area but found nothing unusual.

But the comments continued.

[It's moving again! Right behind the innermost bookshelf!]

【I saw it too! What is it?】

[Damn it! It seems the people on the first floor haven't noticed yet.]

Mu Zhixi withdrew her senses and looked at the increasingly frequent notifications in the live chat.

That's interesting. What her sensory network couldn't detect, the viewers in the live stream could pick up through the live feed?

It's probably because the perspective of the live stream camera differs from her own. With over a million eyes watching the screen simultaneously, someone is bound to notice the details she missed.

Mu Zhixi decided to take advantage of this information gap.

She closed the book, slowly stood up, her movements so slow that everyone would notice.

Wen Gu was the first to look up, and Yue Xi also raised her eyes, quietly staring at the person.

Despite the many gazes, Mu Zhixi turned her attention to the third floor.

She stood up! Number One stood up and looked at the third floor!

[I knew there was something on the third floor! Number One found it!]

[Look, it's the angel sister... Even though her eyes are covered by white feathers, she's definitely looking at the third floor!]

Wen Gu closed his notebook and stood up, then looked at Mu Zhixi, waiting for instructions.

Yuexi put away the cards, her demeanor relaxed yet languid: "There's something upstairs."

Iron-Mouth swallowed hard and whispered to Rusty Blade beside him, "What...what's on the third floor?"

Rusty Blade opened his eyes, gripped his short sword tightly, and said, "I don't know, but Number One is looking in that direction."

This is enough.

All ten people went on high alert without Mu Zhixi saying a word.

But everyone is waiting for the number one.

Little did she know that because she had been sitting for too long, Mu Zhixi could only stand up slowly. As soon as she stood up, she felt a tightness in her chest. She raised her hand to press her lips to prevent a cough from escaping.

[Is she enduring pain? Did she expend too much energy just now to glean the rules?]

【No way, I just followed her and I'm already going to see a beauty tragically cough up blood? But... I love watching!】

[What you said earlier was a bit unethical, but I still love watching it!]

Mu Zhixi: "..."

The barrage comments are truly a public execution of the human spirit.

Before she could even lower her hand from her lips, her vision blurred with alternating black and white, just like the symptoms of a hypoglycemic episode she had experienced in her previous life.

Just as Mu Zhixi was considering whether to find an excuse to go to a corner and die for a while, a hand had already been placed on her lower back.

Mu Zhixi was half-supported and half-carried to the side by this force, her shoulder blade just touching the edge of a bookshelf. The person even used their hand to cushion the movement, allowing her to lean against it comfortably.

"Old injury recurred?" The voice came from the upper right, the breath brushing against Mu Zhixi's ear.

Yuexi had crossed the distance between them without them noticing. Her red dress swayed as she gently supported Mu Zhixi's waist with the back of her hand, while her other hand was placed between the bookshelf and Mu Zhixi's shoulder, cushioning her fall.

"You..." Yuexi was about to speak when her gaze was fixed on the golden liquid that slid down Mu Zhixi's lips.

gold?

Yuexi paused for a moment, her eyes filled with a mixture of shock, amazement, and perhaps both.

The golden-red blood, paired with that aloof face, not only didn't make her look disheveled, but instead added a breathtaking, broken beauty.

In the blink of an eye, Yuexi very gracefully released her hand, took half a step back, and left enough space.

[Ahhh! Sister Yue just touched Sister Angel's waist! She even took a half step back and pretended to be serious!]

[...Doesn't anyone question why the number one beauty's blood is golden?]

So this number two was not scared off, but instead took advantage of her while she was dizzy?

Mu Zhixi quickly went through the information about Yuexi in the comments section in her mind.

He's a clean freak who kills eleven teammates, hates cripples and useless characters, and casually slaughters NPCs in dungeons...

A chill ran down Mu Zhixi's back.

Could this person have recognized her as an NPC and is figuring out where to strike?

Golden-red blood is practically a walking rare material in this eerie world. Those NPCs who were dismantled into parts in the previous dungeon might have been targeted in this way.

Yes, that must be it.

Mu Zhixi made a quick decision, stood up straight, and started walking up the stairs to the third floor.

He walked quickly and resolutely, his back view aloof and solitary, like a peerless master venturing into danger alone.

In reality, Mu Zhixi only had one thought in her mind: stay away from this girl!!!

He's really "desiring" her body!

Just then, a chorus of footsteps sounded behind them.

As Mu Zhixi walked up the spiral staircase, she heard the sound of orderly footsteps approaching from below. She turned around and saw eleven people lined up in a long, straight line, all following her.

Wen Gu walked second, adjusting his glasses with a solemn expression. Yue Xi was third, her red dress trailing on the stone steps, her expression playful.

Further on were the rusty blades, the iron-mouthed straight cutters, and numbers six through twelve. Their orderly formation was comparable to that of elementary school students on a spring outing.

Mu Zhixi: "..."

No, what are you doing following us?

She went to find a secluded corner and squatted down, panting, not to start a group.

Are players these days really this civilized, sticking together for survival during adventures? Could they have noticed her unusual behavior and are planning to team up and take down this "hidden boss"?

Little did they know that Mu Zhixi's departure had made the minds of the ten people who remained in the same spot very active.

In high-level dungeons fraught with danger, what's the unwritten rule? It's that those in power give orders, and the lower-level cannon fodder are the first to step in and clear the minefield.

The most powerful leader is always the one who stands in the rear, overseeing the entire situation.

But what did this player in position one do?

Without uttering a word, and without assigning even a scout, she set off alone into the unknown and dangerous area.

What a kind yet arrogant attitude!

Wen Gu pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses. This top-notch divination master was having a brainstorming session: she was demonstrating with her actions that the danger of the six-star dungeon was nothing to her.

Or is it that she disdains using other people's lives to make mistakes?