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

Mu Zhixi seemed quite used to the idea of ​​controlling objects remotely, but Wen Gu and the others reacted strongly.

The teacup sat quietly in Mu Zhixi's hand, without any sign of anything amiss.

The whole process seemed perfectly normal, as if it had simply been handed to her by someone else.

However, I saw with my own eyes that the thing clearly floated over from the table three meters away.

It wasn't thrown over, nor was it bounced over; rather, it was held in mid-air by an invisible hand and moved smoothly to Mu Zhixi's front.

By the window, Yuexi lowered her eyes, looking at the fair earlobe and a few strands of golden hair that were revealed when the beauty tilted her head.

The beauty's eyes, veiled by white feathers, gave her an air of mystery and nobility.

Puzzled?

Once the word popped into his head, his thoughts began to race.

Why is Number One confused?

What is she confused about? What could possibly be so confusing for her?

There seemed to be only one answer: she was puzzled as to why this group of people looked so alarmed.

In other words, making objects levitate is probably extremely ordinary to her.

It was so ordinary that she couldn't understand why they had such a big reaction.

Wen Gu's Adam's apple bobbed. He desperately wanted to turn around and look at Tie Kouzhi to see if the other person's back was also soaked with cold sweat, just like his own. But he dared not move, afraid of missing any details.

This Miss Number One has been redefining his understanding of everything she's done since entering the instance.

She paid no attention to the bow of the person who was stitching up her skull.

The corridor was cut by the light blades, but she was able to calculate the safe position in advance. Even after the trap was deactivated on its own, she didn't even turn her head back.

Now, she manipulates objects with her telekinesis, but her face shows confusion, as if asking, "Don't you... know how to do that?"

He turned to a new page in his notebook, his hand trembling slightly, which made his handwriting crooked and messy.

"Psychic power." He lowered his voice, the affected profundity in his voice long gone, leaving only a dryness.

"This must be telekinesis."

"Huh... what do you mean?" Tie Kouzhi stood up from the corner, leaning against the wall, his legs still weak.

"It means that you can move objects purely by relying on your mental power, without relying on any magical artifacts, props, or even triggering the dungeon rules."

Wen Gu pushed his glasses back up on his nose, rubbed his temples twice with his fingers, and said, "Do you know what this means?"

Iron-tongued prediction shook his head blankly.

"This means that her mental strength has reached an unbelievable level." Wen Gu took a deep breath before uttering the words that even he himself found absurd.

"What level of mental pollution is there in a six-star dungeon? A player below B rank would start hallucinating after staying here for half an hour, but she was not only unaffected, she even had the energy to manipulate external objects."

The man who had been so outspoken was now completely speechless.

Rusty Blade understood the meaning behind it. She sheathed the dagger back at her waist and silently took a half-step back. But whether that half-step brought her closer to Mu Zhixi or further away, she herself couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Wen Gu closed his notebook, suddenly no longer wanting to write anything down.

It wasn't that he had nothing to record, but rather that he began to doubt whether what he had recorded was a technique displayed by a top player, or a manifestation of an existence beyond the player system, showcasing her daily life.

"host".

When Miss Number One mentioned this word before, he only thought it was a kind of religious gimmick.

After all, when the bizarre game first arrived, there were many forces that promoted faith, each with a louder slogan than the last, but in essence, they were all after profit.

But now, the idea of ​​revisiting the past has wavered.

If her abilities do not rely on artifacts, luck, or dungeon mechanics, then where does her power come from?

This "master" might not be the code name of a high-level player, but rather...

The true "God".

Wen Gu forcibly suppressed this thought; it was too absurd.

But the thought, which had just been suppressed, stubbornly resurfaced.

He has never believed in God. From the moment he entered the first instance, he only believed in logic, rules, and mechanisms that could be analyzed and exploited.

However, everything that happened to Miss Number One was pushing the boundaries of his logic to the point that he was starting to believe it.

Mu Zhixi didn't quite understand why these people had that expression.

It's just moving a cup, isn't it? In her past life, when she had nothing to do, she often used her toes to use the remote control to change channels, so there's essentially no difference.

Could it be... that these people have never used a television before? How pitiful.

Mu Zhixi looked down at the teacup in her hand and gently turned it with her fingertips.

She intended to put the cup back on the table, but her control over her mental powers was still quite rudimentary. With a flick of her finger, the teacup spun half a circle.

To onlookers, this action appeared as a casual toying, as if she had simply summoned the teacup to play with it.

On the other side, Yuexi didn't participate in Wen Gu's reasoning; she was thinking about something else.

Previously in the library, when this Miss Number One coughed up blood, she saw it clearly; the blood was golden-red in color.

At the time, she thought it was just some kind of special constitution causing her blood to be of unusual color. In the strange world, blood colors are varied and not uncommon.

But now, she has witnessed firsthand the "psychic power" that she had only ever seen in movies.

The power of thought that allows one to manipulate objects out of thin air.

Is there any connection between these two events?

Mu Zhixi had no idea what kind of storm was brewing in the minds of the four people in front of her.

She put the teacup back on the coffee table. She had just acquired the telekinetic power and was still feeling awkward using it. She needed to find an excuse to cover it up; she couldn't just say that she was practicing.

Then let's just go back to our old ways—pretending.

Mu Zhixi raised her hand and gently touched the rim of the teacup with her fingertips.

"Sanctuary Glimmer" condensed from her fingertips, and the pale golden liquid flowed down the inner wall of the teacup.

She picked up her teacup and took a small sip.

She had used the group version of this skill before in "Faceless No. 1 Middle School," and the current concentrated version tastes pretty good and looks excellent.

Setting down her teacup, Mu Zhixi noticed that the four gazes were still fixed on her.

What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a ghost drinking water before?

Oh wait, this stuff doesn't really look like water.

The teacup was placed back on the table, a subtle sound that was exceptionally clear in the quiet living room, drawing everyone's attention.

The pen tip hovered in mid-air, the hand resting on the notebook, the pen tip lingering there, not yet falling.

From the moment he entered the instance until now, he has repeatedly analyzed and dissected every word and action of Miss Number One.

But this time he couldn't write anymore; he really didn't know how to record it.

The ability to conjure objects out of thin air and create water out of thin air can be explained by mental manipulation, but what about the latter?