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

Wen Gu finally couldn't hold back. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, carefully chose his words, and spoke towards the sofa, "Miss Number One, if I may ask, where are you from...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Mu Zhixi tilted her head.

"The Lord loves the world, but He never said He loves every single one of us," the woman said softly and slowly, as if responding to the group.

"I never answer stupid questions."

These two sentences were crisp and concise. Wen Gu's embarrassment lasted for less than two seconds before being replaced by another expression. Because her mind was already racing.

Miss Number One's vision may not even be at the level of secular guilds.

The "master" he mentioned might not be a super-high-level player, but a higher-dimensional being?

Wen Gu held the pen between his fingers and scribbled down a line of words in his notebook.

[The faction to which Miss Number One belongs is centered on faith and does not participate in the regular power struggles among players, suggesting it may be a reclusive organization existing outside the current system.]

Mu Zhixi's senses swept over the line of words, and the expressionless woman continued to exert her strength.

It is not widely known that even maintaining a sitting posture consumes electricity for a sick or weak person, let alone having the energy to deal with these chattering job seekers.

Besides, in her previous life when she was hospitalized, the old man in the next bed would ask her every day, "Girl, how are you feeling today?" and she would reply the same way.

The old man never thought that Mu Zhixi was a believer; he just felt that the girl would have to wait a while before she could be discharged from the hospital.

In the bizarre world, the same lines, in a different context, become unfathomable doctrines.

Fine, as long as these people are happy.

Yuexi leaned against the other end of the sofa, her red dress spread out, one leg casually crossed over the other.

"Yuexi." Her gaze never left Mu Zhixi. "My name."

Mu Zhixi was bewildered: ?

Yuexi rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head, and waited a few seconds. Seeing that the other person didn't respond, she wasn't annoyed. "And you?"

Iron Mouth Number 5 stared wide-eyed at the scene, muttering to Rust Blade beside him, "As expected of Boss Yuexi... so naturally they had to find out his name?"

The pen paused for a moment as it reviewed the past.

He could tell that the way Yuexi looked at this Miss Number One was exactly the same way he looked at Yuexi back then.

However, these are all old grievances, and it's pointless to bring them up again. The most urgent task is to hold on to this powerful ally.

The hunt game will continue for more than one round; this is just the preliminary round.

Once we reach the second, third, or even final rounds, the number of online viewers will be ten or a hundred times greater than it is now. At that point, the network of connections we build now will be our lifeline.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Yuexi did not urge them.

She fiddled with the corner of the card with her fingertips, then changed the subject, her tone shifting from alluring and seductive to more serious.

"Miss Yi, I'm very interested in the 'Master' you mentioned. Could you tell me about him?"

Mu Zhixi raised an eyebrow in her mind.

This girl is quite clever.

This is far more sophisticated than Wen Gu's roundabout probing. Wen Gu asked, "Where do you live?", while Yue Xi asked, "What do you believe in?"

The former is more guarded, while the latter is harder for a believer to refuse.

After thinking about it, Mu Zhixi decided to offer a little something in return.

Anyway, the doctrines of the Holy Land Church were all made up by her when she had a fever in her previous life, so there's no rush to make up new ones. Why not take out that cringeworthy setting from back then and put it to the test?

"The Lord is formless and without appearance, yet He is omnipresent."

From their perspective, the beautiful woman with the white feather covering her face became noticeably more lively when the Lord was mentioned.

"He created light and allowed darkness to exist. He does not interfere with people's choices, but only observes the outcome."

Everyone listened attentively, and some even took notes with paper and pen, especially when reviewing previous material.

"So, is the Lord absolutely good?" Yuexi asked.

"Good and evil are human definitions." Mu Zhixi gently shook her head. "As far as the Lord is concerned, as far as the Holy Church is concerned, there is only order and chaos."

After saying this, Mu Zhixi herself was starting to have doubts.

She wrote this dialogue when she had a fever in her previous life, never imagining that one day someone would take it seriously as the Bible.

Yuexi toyed with the cards, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Order and chaos. Which side does the Sanctuary Church stand on?"

"Where the Lord's gaze falls, the heart of the Holy Land will follow," Mu Zhixi answered crisply.

Nonsense, of course the forces we create are bound to the gods we create.

The pen kept working on these few lines of dialogue.

[The core doctrine of the Sanctuary: transcending the duality of good and evil, with order and chaos as its fundamental laws. The Sanctuary does not choose sides independently, but follows the will of the "Lord."]

[Inference: The Sanctuary Church's operational logic does not rely on players' common self-interest, but rather on some kind of religious command. This makes their behavior in the instance unpredictable by common sense—extremely dangerous, yet extremely reliable.]

Iron Mouth No. 5, who was listening nearby, was stunned. He whispered to Rust Blade, "I think I understand, but I also think I don't understand."

Number Four Rusty Blade gave him a cold glance: "You never would have guessed."

"..." Iron-tongued and straightforward, he shrank back sadly.

But I don't think so.

He felt that the worldview revealed by this Miss No. 1 from the Holy Land was becoming increasingly grand, far exceeding his previous understanding of the various guilds.

"So what brings you to this place?" Whether she was genuinely asking or simply wanted to chat with this beauty a bit more, Yuexi spoke up again at this moment.

Upon hearing this question, Wen Gu also raised his head.

Mu Zhixi remained silent for a few seconds.

This is indeed a difficult question to answer.

Her reason for coming to the six-star dungeon was to freeload traffic and play GG, which she definitely couldn't reveal.

However, the clue of "the remnants of the old royal court" was already planted in the previous text, and it can be used now.

Under their gazes, the beauty nodded slightly, paused for a moment, and then slowly shook her head. "This matter is not something you can get involved in."

She raised her hand, her fingers slightly spread, then slowly closed, as if grasping something unseen.

"If you knew about this, it would do you no good except to satisfy your curiosity; it would only invite their relentless pursuit."

The last two words, "beauty," were pronounced very softly, but to everyone's ears, they were like a muffled thunderclap.

The relentless pursuit.

With the strength of the person in front of me, I can easily dismantle the six-star dungeon's mechanisms.

Now I reckon the person the man with the shaved head was bowing to was also her.

What level of opponent would she need to use the word "hunt down" to describe?

I find myself unable to write now, not because I have nothing to write about, but because I dare not write.

The more information you know, the faster you die.

This sentence appeared far more often in highly-rated posts on the forum than in any other topic.

After repeatedly reviewing and pondering those words, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that Miss Number One's words were more like a form of...protection.

She told them what happened, and then told them they shouldn't have known.

One side revealed the outline of the abyss, while the other blocked their way.

This must be the true style of a big shot!

Wen Gu sighed inwardly. It wasn't about mindless, overwhelming force, but about making you willingly stay within the safety lines she had drawn.

The boss is indeed a boss; every word and action of his is full of profound meaning!