Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Beneath the fortress as solid as Mount Tai, Kong Jiu experienced firsthand the feelings of the ancients.

An ordinary person, standing at the foot of a mountain-like building, looking up at the princes and nobles who live deep within its high walls, can hardly help but feel a sense of inferiority from the bottom of their heart.

"Can subspace really be arranged like this?"

Kong Jiu looked up at the fortress in the twilight and murmured softly.

"Generally speaking, it's very difficult." Arthur's aged voice came through. "To be able to arrange such a clear outline, so close to a real building, in the subspace indicates that the owner of this node has a clear construction direction, and is at least a B-level or higher psionicist."

"Moreover, even advanced psionicists cannot maintain the operation of this large node without the supply of various spiritual energy sources, just as Farah needs countless followers to perform sacrifices for him..."

"A sacrifice?" A flash of indignation appeared in Kong Jiu's eyes. "You mean, behind this juncture, there's also a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?"

"uncertain."

Neos's voice echoed in his mind, "Blood and bones are indeed good sacrificial offerings, but gems, minerals, artifacts that carry history, and many other substances imbued with spiritual power can also be used for sacrifices."

The flame in Kong Jiu's eyes subsided slightly. He focused his gaze on the fortress. "So what should I do next? From where should I infiltrate..."

Halfway through the questioning, he suddenly had a thought, as if he had realized something.

Yes! Why don't I give it a try, roll the dice and see if there's any way to get in?

Thirteen dice appeared as the thought arose.

He flicked his fingertips and tossed thirteen dice.

As the results emerged, he glanced at them and quickly calculated several possibilities.

Greet the security guard and request entry:

91% resulted in conflict, 7% resulted in persuasion and release, and 2% resulted in individuals being mistaken for VIPs and invited inside.

[Wall climbing and diving:

11% were discovered, 43% successfully climbed, and 46% fell and were seriously injured.

[Sewage outlet infiltration:]

1% were discovered, 21% successfully infiltrated, 79% drowned...

One possibility after another, through powerful psionic calculations, clearly emerged before Kong Jiu's eyes.

However, none of the dozen or so methods for getting inside had a success rate of more than 50%, meaning there wasn't even a chance to try.

There isn't a single legitimate way to get in!

Kong Jiu's heart sank, and he immediately sensed that this fortress was perhaps even more impregnable than he had imagined.

"Arthur, Neos, think of something!"

He sighed, helplessly raised his hand to touch the ring, and asked in a low voice.

Although his psionic abilities are now quite remarkable, he hasn't learned any magic and can't leap hundreds of meters high like Farah and fly directly into the fortress.

"Don't worry, Kong Jiu, I've already prepared an infiltration plan for you."

Before Kong Jiu could ask "what plan?", the ring suddenly flashed with a faint green light, enveloping him.

His jaw began to slowly lengthen, his perspective suddenly dropped, and his limbs gradually shortened.

When the pheasant sensed the unusual view and realized what was happening, it hurriedly stretched out its front paws to check.

Front paws?

A tiny mouse, dressed in a suit given to it by Impa, stood up straight with its eyes gleaming green, staring blankly at a small green ring on its front paw, not far from the castle.

"Squeak squeak squeak (Arthur, what are you doing?)"

Kongjiu opened its mouth in surprise and anger, but only made a squeaking sound like a rodent.

I've turned into a... mouse?

"It's a simple warp spell, don't rush, it won't have any effect," Squich said with a light laugh.

Kong Jiu pulled up the system with a skeptical look, and to his surprise, there was indeed no change at all. In fact, the sun was clearly reflected in his rat-like eyes, which forcibly added 30 points to his intelligence.

"Squeak squeak squeak (That makes things easier)."

Kong Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and summoned the dice again.

Slip past the gatekeeper's nose:

95% successfully crossed the line, 4% were captured and tortured, and 1% were beaten to death on the spot.

[Wall climbing and diving:

98% successfully climbed, 1% were discovered, and 1% suffered minor injuries from falls.

The possibilities that were just flashing in their eyes have become incredibly high in terms of success rate after their size has shrunk!

There is a play!

Kong Jiu wasn't some ruthless person who thought, "What's the difference between a 100% success rate and suicide?" He quickly crouched down, used all four claws, and nimbly jumped onto the outer wall of the fortress.

"So being a rat isn't such a bad thing. For thousands of years, I haven't had the duty to protect the weak. In times when people often starved to death, I could climb into the royal kitchen and eat and drink the finest food."

As Kongjiu nimbly used its claws to slip into the crack in the wall and quickly climbed upwards, Arthur was also leisurely making sarcastic remarks in his mind.

"A rat born in a man's castle lives a more comfortable life than someone from the slums!"

As Squich remarked, Kongjiu's rat head peered over the high wall and into the fortress.

The brightly lit castle grounds were devoid of the expected weapons or solemn guards, but instead filled with the rich aroma of champagne and fine perfumes.

Countless handsome men and beautiful women, wearing masks and dressed in sharp tailcoats and dazzling evening gowns, bloomed layer by layer to the melody of the waltz, like flowers in full bloom.

The figures twirling in the center of the dance floor intertwined to form a flowing oil painting, while laughter and clinking glasses rose and fell, like a luxurious symphony.

A ball is being held inside this fortress.

Kong Jiu stared in disbelief, climbed to the top of the high wall, and looked at the lively feast before him. For a moment, he forgot that he was in the subspace and that he was a rat.

"Warp Transformation," Neos's voice echoed in Kong Jiu's mind, "Everyone here has used Warp Transformation."

The sun that existed only in his own eyes suddenly burst forth with white light, shining on those handsome men and beautiful women, and in Kong Jiu's beady eyes, it reflected their old, withered, and wrinkled true faces.

Clearly, these people are not as young as they look.

But under the cover of the transformation magic, they appeared to be in their prime, even more so than movie stars and athletes on the screen. They accepted the blood-red wine handed to them by the servants, raised their glasses with laughter, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Squeak squeak squeak (Are these old men having a dance party in the Warp just to get a disguise buff?)"

The mouse Kongjiu tilted its head in confusion and asked.

“No,” Squich said in a flat but cold tone, “they are ingesting something that is taboo and sacrilegious in the real world.”

"Look at their cups."

Kong Jiu did as instructed and turned his gaze to the glasses of red wine, suddenly realizing something was amiss.

After transforming into a mouse, his extremely sensitive sense of smell allowed him to stand high up in the wind at the ball without smelling a trace of alcohol, only a faint smell of rust.

If it's not red wine, then what is the red liquid in the glass?

"That's red adrenaline," Squich's tone turned cold. "Judging by its clarity, it's not a synthetic product, but extracted from a living organism."

As a medical student, Kong Jiu certainly knew about adrenaline.

As one of the key materials for the enhancer, it is widely circulated among the apothecaries in the lower city and is very expensive. A dose of about ten milligrams can often sell for tens of thousands of dollars.

But the most crucial step is "live body extraction".

It's true that this hormone can be synthesized, but as a hormone, some people believe that only products collected from the human body can be considered of superior quality.

There are "always some people" who are not a minority. Most pharmacists in the downtown area firmly believe that "red adrenaline extracted from living people is better".

Therefore, there is a rumor that this stuff can fight aging and restore youth, and that upper-class men like to take it to maintain their youthful appearance.

Just like the legendary vampires.

However, seeing it with his own eyes now, Kong Jiu understood that this did not seem to be just a rumor.

Kong Jiu's sharp teeth trembled slightly, and a fierce rage suddenly ignited in his rat-like eyes.

What's the difference between these upper-class gentlemen and vampires?