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

"I'll just grab the skinny guy at the very back. Surely this sir won't bother with such a small matter? We're all in the same weird world, so I should at least give him some face."

Clinging to a sliver of hope, the Shadow Eater continued to extend its tentacles along the windowsill into the room.

At that moment, Mu Zhixi's gaze fell on a metal protrusion on the side of the door.

The door had no handle, only this button-like thing.

She figured this must be the mechanism to open the door, so she raised her hand and randomly pressed the metal button with her index finger.

"Click".

A mechanical whirring sound rang out; she had pressed the switch for the fully automatic metal security window.

The half-open old-fashioned sliding window slammed shut with a bang, sealing it completely.

"Awooo—!!"

The Shadow Eater's tentacles, halfway extended, were firmly clamped by the metal window. The physical damage was significant, but the humiliation was also extremely intense.

The ghost was in so much pain that it curled up on the wall, clutching its tentacles and questioning its very existence.

This is too toxic! This beautiful fellow creature is too toxic!

Even though it had already spotted it, it pretended not to see it, waiting for it to extend its food-eating utensils before suddenly striking deadly.

What happened to the saying that high-level ghosts disdain low-level ghosts? They won't even let us eat!

Waaaaah, it's just a nice little monster that likes to eat other creatures, how did it have to run into such a wicked monster that likes to tease its own kind!

The Shadow Eater no longer cared about saving face. It desperately pulled out the deformed tentacles and scrambled away into the night.

It swore that as long as this beautiful fellow was around, it would never go on field missions again!

The traps in the latter half of the corridor were also removed by this local monster as it fled.

Now that it has been discovered and its fun has been spoiled, it shouldn't be so ungrateful as to set a trap in front of this beautiful fellow creature.

Especially since this one had its hand caught in it. Ouch.

The Shadow Eater was ignorant and didn't know any etiquette, but it recognized that innate aura of high status.

This kind of being is best avoided; you can't afford to mess with them.

At the end of the corridor, Mu Zhixi stared intently at the closed window, somewhat speechless.

Wow, it's an electric window, how high-tech!

The infrastructure in the six-star dungeon is pretty good, a blend of retro and modern elements.

The ten players behind him were completely unaware of this scene.

Wen Gu only saw her stop in front of the door, casually press the wall button, and the window closed. This action made perfect sense; the night air in the castle was cool, and the powerful figure was physically weak, so it was normal for her to close the window casually.

Mu Zhixi walked around the corner, followed closely by the ten people behind her.

Wen Gu pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the closed windows and the clean base of the walls, his expression one of shock.

"After Number One passed by, all the untriggered traps in the entire corridor seemed to have disappeared."

The rusty blade tightened its grip on the knife. "They've all disappeared?"

Wen Gu looked at Mu Zhixi's back.

"Miss Number One probably possesses some kind of special magical artifact. Wherever she goes, low-level strange traps disappear on their own."

Iron Mouth gasped in shock, "A domain-type artifact? That might not even be S-rank..."

Wen Gu made a shushing gesture.

The viewers in the live stream watched the whole thing and were completely blown away.

Due to the unique nature of the human eye, humans cannot see the elusive and mysterious creature, but it seems that the live streamer deliberately gave the shadow-eating ghost a close-up shot with outlines and perspective for the sake of the show.

The audience could clearly see that the grotesque creature with a hideous face was drooling as it stuffed its tentacles into the crack in the window.

It was also clearly visible that, just as the tentacle was about to hit the ground, Mu Zhixi pressed the close window button without turning her head.

In the intense, thirty-second battle, the swift and precise clamping motion made viewers' hands ache.

【Huh? This is unplayable without being nerfed!?】

[Angel sister, I love you! Top-tier prediction without vision, you're not even acting anymore!]

[Wild Ghost: I didn't miss a single sight, I didn't miss any footsteps, I couldn't even detect breathing or a heartbeat. You know perfectly well whether it was on or not. [smile]]

[Did you guys notice? That monster was clearly afraid of Angel Sister Number One from the start, and even tried to attack Number Twelve, only to be slapped down on the spot by Angel Sister. It was basically saying: Get lost, I've got these guys under my protection.]

[Haha, thankfully the live stream isn't completely full yet. I heard that after this first round of free-for-all, the betting tournament will start right away. If there's a contestant named Sister Number One, I'll sell everything I own to bet on her!!]

[All this betting and bag stuff, what's the big deal? Angel sister, aren't you going to consider officially announcing our relationship?]

[Hey, upstairs, with that kind of shamelessness, you should just go work at a bulletproof vest factory and get a guaranteed job.]

Since acquiring the Divine Blessing skill, Mu Zhixi has been quietly researching it and hasn't been watching the comments anymore.

God bless you.

She was frail and had vitreous humor, making it difficult for her to even walk, yet her passive skill was that her luck improved?

"What kind of sickly beauty combination is this? Seriously, can't I just have a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex transformation device?"

Mu Zhixi silently closed the panel and continued walking forward.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

wrong.

In other words, her own mistakes and slackness are being packaged by this skill into an unfathomable strategy.

Mu Zhixi stood in the middle of the corridor, recalling the experience of coughing earlier but being mistaken for looking for rules, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She didn't know whether to be grateful for the skill or to be afraid of it.

Because she can't figure out one thing right now—how much of the unfathomable Miss Number One that these people have imagined is actually her acting, and how much is divine intervention to cover it up for her?

The footsteps behind me grew closer.

Wen Gu pushed up his glasses, looked at the motionless, pure white figure in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Miss Number One is thinking."

"Don't bother her if you don't want to die." Yuexi put away the cards, her voice languid.

He nodded and wrote a line in his notebook.

At 12:05, Number One stood still and remained silent, seemingly contemplating a grand plan for the future.

The group then found a reception room on the third floor of the castle. Although it was covered in dust, it was a rare place to stay.

After pushing open the door, Wen Gu went inside and checked around to make sure there were no trigger traps before stepping aside to let him pass.

Mu Zhixi lowered her eyes, brushed the dust off the sofa, and leaned against it slightly.

The white feathers concealed the weariness in her eyes; to outsiders, all that could be seen was her half-drooping, pale chin, and an aura of cold exhaustion emanating from her.

The player group behind her stopped as well. A dozen or so people formed a circle around Mu Zhixi with perfect understanding.

No one asked why they were resting here.

Wen Gu took out his notebook from his pocket and scribbled on the paper.

Number One will never stop for no reason.

This corridor is unusually safe. Something's definitely fishy about this. Number One is resting with his eyes closed, probably thinking about what to do next.

In reality, Mu Zhixi was just being petty and chose the softest sofa, then lazily sank into it.

She was willing but powerless; her energy was completely depleted, and her back ached terribly. All she wanted to do now was close her eyes and pretend to be dead.

But these players clearly had no intention of giving her peace and quiet.

Players' profiles are not visible to each other unless the other player is a well-known veteran. Apart from recognized star players like Yuexi and Wengu, no one else knew anything about each other's backgrounds.

When they get together, testing each other naturally becomes a standard procedure.

Wen Gu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, trying to find a topic of conversation. "Miss Number One, I am Wen Gu from the Deduction Guild."

"Which district do you usually frequent? If it's convenient, I'd like to pay you a visit to express my gratitude in the future."

Mu Zhixi kept her eyes closed and ignored her.

Visit the Sanctuary Church? You won't find it even if I tell you.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Wen Gu wasn't embarrassed; after all, wise people often have eccentricities. He took a half step back and said nothing more.

The smarter a person is, the better they are at putting shackles on themselves.

Wen Gu was a typical victim; he solemnly wrote in his notes: "Number One is conducting a simulation; do not disturb him."

The No. 5 iron pipe cut straight through the gap, trying to squeeze in and show off.

"Miss, I see you have extraordinary abilities. Do you need any followers? I'm an unparalleled fortune teller, and I'll be working for you from now on!"

Mu Zhixi showed no inclination to respond.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air. Number 5 gave a dry laugh and shrank back.

At that moment, a red shadow flashed by.

Yuexi walked up to Mu Zhixi at some point, her red dress trailing on the ground. She gracefully dusted herself off and then naturally sat down next to Mu Zhixi.

Mu Zhixi leaned back in her chair, seriously calculating how long it would take before she could retire.

A scent of roses overpowered the musty smell in the castle and wafted to her nose.

Without even opening her eyes, the only one in this instance who carries this fragrance is that number two who always likes to stare at her.

Yuexi, trailing her red dress, leaned slightly forward and stopped in front of Mu Zhixi.

The surrounding players didn't dare to even breathe.

Everyone knows the temper of this cold-faced queen: she's a clean freak, crazy, and extremely hypocritical.

I heard that a player was beaten so badly that he had his legs broken and was sliced ​​into sashimi with cards just for attacking the sole of her shoe with his face.

Now that she's so close to Number One, if those two top-tier fighters were to suddenly start fighting, it would be the innocent bystanders who would suffer.

Mu Zhixi didn't move.

She really didn't want to pay attention to this scoundrel who liked to grope her waist and was "lusting" her body.

Just because she doesn't have human rights, does that give you the right to lay a hand on her? Don't you have any sense of public morality?!