Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

Blood plasma and brain tissue spurted out with a "plop," and the man's handsome face turned into a pile of minced meat in a short moment, falling to the ground with a thud.

A strong smell of blood filled the air, and Song Yuan abruptly turned her head to look in the direction from which the bullet had come. Her sharp gaze swept across the opposite windows, the corridor, and the rooftop, but she found nothing.

"Ouch...that hurts!"

After the gunshot, there was the sound of flesh squeezing and returning to its original position. Song Yuan came to her senses and watched as the headless man groped his way to his feet; his mangled brains swelled up rapidly like fermenting dough, returning to their normal size; his eyeballs and teeth automatically returned to their original positions, and pale skin once again covered every inch of muscle and blood vessel.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a little hiccup~ Let's continue."

In just a few seconds, the man returned to his original appearance right in front of her. His upper body was completely soaked in blood, but his body was perfectly restored, and he didn't look like he had just been shot at at all.

Song Yuan walked past him, naturally squatted down, picked up the bullet, and said calmly:

"Is your skill allowing you to revive an unlimited number of times? Looks like you've got some enemies coming after you."

The puppeteer didn't deny it; on the contrary, he found Song Yuan's reaction quite amusing—such an overpowered skill as resurrection would likely terrify any other player upon first seeing it. Especially since he had mentioned on the forum before entering the game that he would take away Qiao Ran, the traitor, and then kill Song Yuan and An Xiaomei.

But Song Yuan showed no fear whatsoever; it was truly something I'd never seen before.

"Resurrection...you could say that. It's indeed very difficult to completely kill me."

Song Yuan wiped the blood off the bullet and examined it carefully under the light, her tone completely calm:

"yes."

That bullet wasn't an ordinary one; it was platinum-gold with a delicate orchid pattern engraved at the end. Song Yuan didn't know much about flowers, but she could roughly tell it was a type of gladiolus. This bullet completely didn't fit the style and setting of the school dungeon, so Song Yuan was almost certain it came from a player.

But if the owner of this bullet was the puppeteer's enemy, how could she not know that the puppeteer had the "resurrection" skill? If she did know, then what was the point of firing the gun?

"Let's get back to business. Actually, I didn't have any special ulterior motives for contacting you; it's just two things."

The puppeteer dusted off the remaining brain tissue on his shoulder and said casually:

"Because we are the same kind of people, I know that you will grow very quickly in the future. After a few more games, you will grow to a level that many people can only dream of."

I sincerely want to invite you to join my guild. The resources I'm investing in you are beyond your current imagination. I will definitely value you highly.

"Is it a good thing to be valued by you?" Song Yuan's gaze fell indifferently on the other person. "Your 'favored' team members, when the time comes, will be turned into dolls and placed in a shop window, right? Just based on that, your guild has absolutely no appeal to me."

"Oh~ Ranran told you, right? That's true."

The puppeteer didn't seem to find it strange at all; in fact, he tilted his head back as if reminiscing, recalling the beautiful appearance of his prey before their deaths.

"But who can say for sure? Maybe if you try harder and increase your value to me, I won't do this."

Song Yuan was speechless, then resolutely said, "I refuse. And no matter how you try to persuade me, I will not agree to your request."

Afterwards, the puppeteer asked her many questions, as if it were casual conversation. For example, which mental hospital she lived in, what kind of books she liked, and whether she was interested in human specimens... To someone who didn't know the background, they might have thought they were making friends.

As soon as the ten minutes were up, Song Yuan asked to leave the music room. In the knowledge corridor, Qiao Ran was still waiting there, only breathing a sigh of relief when he saw her return unharmed. He quickly walked up to her and said, "You're back?"

Song Yuan: "Mm."

Puppeteer: "Yes, we're back~"

Qiao Ran: "...Who cares about you?"

He only refrained from inquiring about the guy's parents out of good manners. Who cares if this guy comes back or not? It would be better if he died out there, wouldn't it?

The puppeteer brought up the game panel, signed in the item transfer section, and handed over the god-tier item, the [Oathbreaker's Warning Sign], to Song Yuan. After that, the puppeteer seemed to have other things to do, and surprisingly didn't follow the two around to continue to annoy them, teleporting away in an instant.

Song Yuan glanced at Qiao Ran, then put the props back into her backpack: "Didn't I tell you two to go first? Where's An Xiaoyou? Didn't she wait with you?"

Qiao Ran sighed and mimicked An Xiaoyou's tone, saying, "I offered to stay and wait for you. She said she was afraid of being blinded by the light of our love, so she went back to the classroom early to avoid it. She told us to enjoy some alone time on our way back and not to forget to thank her for her thoughtfulness, and to thank her again when we see her."

Song Yuan: "...It's good that she got back safely."

Hmm, that sounds like something An Xiaoyou would say.

As Qiao Ran walked briskly towards the classroom with her, she asked impatiently:

"Oh, let's not talk about that now. Let's explain as we walk. I heard gunshots while I was waiting for you outside. What happened? The gun probably wasn't fired by Liu Gaosheng's accomplice; his weapon is most likely unrelated to firearms. Also, when you came out just now, the puppeteer's clothes had blood on them. Why?"

Song Yuan explained the scene to him in detail, and even showed Qiao Ran the bullet. Qiao Ran returned the bullet to her and shook his head.

"I've memorized the information of the top 100 players on the leaderboard. Many of them use guns, but among the players whose information is publicly available, none of their weapons are associated with the imagery of 'gladiolus.' It seems the owner of this bullet doesn't want others to discover who she is."

Song Yuan held the platinum bullet in her hand, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"I think this player is more likely to be an asset to us than an opponent."

First, let's assume that if this player was neutral between us and the puppeteer, then in the music room, she shouldn't have chosen to attack the puppeteer; instead, she should have prioritized shooting me. Because one less opponent means one more chance of winning.

But she didn't. That leaves two possibilities: First, she harbors some deep-seated hatred for the puppeteer, and as long as she lives, she must take revenge. Second, for some unknown reason, she's on our side.

Qiao Ran shrugged and smiled, "Then I'd rather believe the first one."

I just scanned this bullet; its weapon rating is S or higher. If we can make this player our ally, our victory will be guaranteed.

Song Yuan stopped and stared at him intently: "Let's talk about that kind of thing another time. Class starts in five minutes."

Qiao Ran suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, just as the preparatory bell was about to ring, Song Yuan grabbed him and sprinted towards the teaching building. Qiao Ran had been carsick the whole way, and unsurprisingly, he vomited again when they arrived at the classroom.