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

Number 11 kowtowed sincerely. Mu Zhixi held her teacup, her fingertips hovering over the rim. Everyone else had already knelt; if she were to explain that she went to the library purely to slack off, it would be too much of a mood killer.

Besides, no one would believe it.

Mu Zhixi had figured out how these people thought. In her teammates' eyes, every breath she took was a deep thought, every bow of her head was an observation, and even standing still was a far-reaching plan.

Even if she takes a sip of water, it will most likely be interpreted as "replenishing her losses with a sacred technique".

What else is there to explain?

So, in the reception room, the beautiful woman with white feathers covering her eyes simply placed the teacup back on the table, her posture unchanged. With her eyes covered, the half of her face exposed remained indifferent, without even a ripple of emotion.

This aloofness, in the eyes of others, was interpreted as not seeking credit or gratitude.

They saved someone, but didn't take it seriously.

After kowtowing, Number Eleven and the others carefully raised their faces, only to be met with the beauty's indifferent and aloof expression. They were stunned for a moment, then a sense of indescribable awe arose in their hearts.

A true leader should be like this: rescuing people from dire straits and then not caring at all afterward.

If it were a slightly more famous player who had made such a great contribution, they would probably have already started boasting about their foresight, or even taking the opportunity to demand a high reward.

But what about Miss Number One? She wouldn't even spare a second glance.

Wen Gu stood to the side, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses fixed on Mu Zhixi, his thoughts churning like boiling water.

He revised his assessment of Number One; although she was dangerous, her actions were not chaotic.

The game begins with a reminder of the rules, guiding players to the library to absorb the atmosphere and avoid traps in the corridors...

Miss Number One kept saving people, and after saving them, she didn't even bother to say "you owe me a favor," which completely violated the cruel survival rules of the eerie world.

I recall an experiment I conducted years ago, and the conclusion was quite harsh: every time players help each other without expecting anything in return, the probability of being betrayed increases dramatically.

Because offering help without expecting anything in return can create dependency in the weak and expose the weaknesses of the strong.

Therefore, high-level players don't like to be saints, because saints don't live long.

But what if... this saint himself stands above everyone else?

Number One goes to the library—they follow—they become tainted by the scent of books—they retreat eerily—and they survive.

No one explicitly provided any guidance at any link in this chain.

She simply went to the library, sat down, and picked up a book.

But it was this "just" that allowed everyone to survive.

Wen Gu, who believed he had thoroughly figured out Number One, solemnly bowed deeply to Mu Zhixi, "I have learned a great deal."

Mu Zhixi: ⦁֊⦁꧞

What kind of teachings have you received this time? Is Sherlock Holmes playing on autopilot every day in this person's brain?

Several players were still kneeling on the ground. Number Six's shoulders were twitching, clearly indicating that he had just crawled back from the brink of death and his emotions had not yet subsided.

Number Eight raised his hand to wipe his face, making the grime even more smudged: "On the way back, if it weren't for the protective aura of the library, we probably wouldn't have made it back."

"Those monsters are chasing us." Number Eleven's voice was hoarse, and fear still lingered in his eyes. "They're not wandering around; they're after people."

The group chattered amongst themselves, while Mu Zhixi enjoyed the peace and quiet on the sidelines.

"What is Wenwen thinking about?" Yuexi's voice came from the side, lazy yet playful.

Wen Gu snapped out of his reverie, shook his head, and said nothing.

Yuexi didn't ask any further questions; her attention had never left the white-feathered, golden-haired person from beginning to end.

Upon hearing this, Mu Zhixi finally shifted her attention from the "kneeling scene" to the comments section.

Ahhh—so gentle, so predictable, so languid, so calm, so kind… she walked into my heart!! (Struck by Cupid.jpg)

Currently, eleven members of the team led by the beautiful woman are still alive, while the other teams are almost reduced to scattered individuals.

[Just got back from Area B. All three teams combined couldn't field a single fully healthy person. Looks like Team Number One, with the beautiful lady in them, is the strongest overall.]

Come on, this team is completely carried by their number one beauty. Finding the rules, finding the safe zone, blocking traps, forcing back the Shadow Eaters, and the best part is, she doesn't even take credit!

[But here's the problem: those three NPCs are still moving towards the reception hall. Yuexi Wengu and the Great Beauty are still some distance from the library; if they bump into each other, something bad will happen.]

[That's strange. Other NPCs have territorial restrictions, but these three are running all over the map. Several teams along the way got wiped out pretty badly.]

Did they threaten the interests of investors? Will the official Hunting Game team step in to take action?

Mu Zhixi blinked.

Three NPCs are still heading her way?

She paused for two seconds, then slowly picked up her teacup and took a sip.

Oh.

Her employees.

A priest with a broken neck, a rotting nun, and a communion-eating individual. These three probably just leveled up and were so eager to travel that they accidentally scared off other players, turning them into a refugee group.

This misunderstanding came at just the right time.

Mu Zhixi's fingertips rested on the rough surface of the cup, her mind racing. The entire internet was live-streaming; three highly bizarre creatures were on display, viewers had a god-like perspective, and players were only partially aware of the situation.

It would be a waste of her faith points if she didn't install a big one.

Mu Zhixi first used the control panel to add an instruction to the three employees.

[Arrive at the library and replace the book she was reading with the one she was looking at.]

[Faith Points Cost: 500]

[Item Placed: 1 Sacred Relic Book that has been deliberately modified using Faith Points]

Even counterfeit goods need packaging! In my past life, even a 9.9 yuan ornament bought online could be described as "the same style as the imperial court". She spent 500 faith points on this, so calling it a sacred object is not an exaggeration.

Mu Zhixi put down her teacup, a faint golden watermark still lingering on her lips.

Seeing the beautiful woman look up towards the end of the corridor, the people in the reception room fell silent.

"I never imagined that there would be lambs who believe in my Lord here."

The divine white-feathered beauty paused for a moment, her voice turning completely cold, "However, it seems those bastards have arrived as well."

Miscellaneous insects?

The "miscellaneous insects" the big shot was talking about are most likely the terrifying thing that happened on the 11th!

Iron Mouth, crouching in the corner, nearly jumped up. "They...they're here?"

Mu Zhixi stood up, her movements slow, but they made everyone present stand up as well.

Just kidding, the big shots are all up, how dare they sit?

"Leave here." Mu Zhixi's white feathers drooped gently. "That thing is approaching this place."

Wen Gu realized, "Are they the three weirdos that were chasing Number Six and the others?"

Mu Zhixi did not answer.

Not answering is tantamount to acknowledging the situation, and acknowledging the situation preserves the mystery.

Wen Gu's expression immediately hardened: "If there are any A-level native anomalies among them, a direct confrontation would be very troublesome. The library can provide a protective aura; we should go back to the library."

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at Mu Zhixi, and the others had the same reaction.

No one wanted to leave her here alone, even though she was ridiculously strong, and even though she hadn't made a single mistake since entering the dungeon.

Number Six's Adam's apple bobbed: "Miss Number One, let's go together. The library is safer."

Mu Zhixi: "..."

I can only act properly if you leave. Do you want to watch me and my subordinates stare at each other blankly if you stay here?