A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

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179. The Great Rescue of the Heroes (Part Sixteen)

"Didn't I tell you? It'll be at least two more hours, and... you seem to have forgotten something..."

Zhou Ke'er patted the crumbs of snacks off her hands and smiled innocently at Cynthia, saying, "Although you asked me to help you remove the curse, the decision seems to be in my hands, right? You're just a prisoner; who gave you the right to ask me for help?"

Whether I help you or not depends on my mood, understand? Or... are you trying to force me to do something?

As she spoke, Zhou Ke'er smiled so much that her eyes narrowed. She looked charming and lovely, but her tone was terrifyingly cold. "If I'm not mistaken, your so-called ultimate move is to be supplemented by the magic array you prepared in that chemical plant, right? Although I haven't found where that magic array is, it can't possibly be large enough to include this place, can it?"

Let me make this clear: you're just a helpless prisoner right now. I hope you can recognize your place, okay?

Upon hearing Zhou'er's words, Cynthia's eyes widened in disbelief. She stood frozen in place for a long while before truly realizing her predicament. Her voice trembled, revealing undisguised fear and resentment as she replied, "Okay... I understand! But what do you want me to do for you to help me?"

"Well, who knows? Maybe I'll help you if I'm in a good mood?"

Zhou Ke'er shrugged indifferently and replied with malice.

He found that he seemed to like this feeling, which might mean that some extraordinary attribute was about to awaken.

"Wouldn't this be a bit inappropriate...?"

As expected of the protagonist of the original story, Aisaka Taiga's compassion truly makes her seem like a hero. However, before she could finish speaking, Zhou Ke'er interrupted her, saying, "She's just a child. You're already here, and now she's dead. It's the New Year, after all. Please, she was going to kill you."

You know, showing pity for the enemy is being cruel to yourself. Besides, we didn't do anything to her. At most, we asked her to tell us some stories. Look, she was being carried by Coffee just now. Don't you think that's already incredibly good treatment?

I was just trying to make her understand her situation and stop calling her a "lowly person." Isn't that a perfectly normal request?

For once, Cold-Eating Rabbit agreed with Zhou Ke'er's words, nodding and saying, "Zhou Ke'er is right, especially those who pretend to be pitiful. They love to take sneaky shots at people! We absolutely cannot pity them! I know this all too well!"

Zhou Ke'er glanced at the cold-cooked rabbit that was still devouring it, and couldn't help but sneer, "Isn't that right! It's not just that I deeply understand, it's practically a perfect description of you!"

"What are you laughing at! You're just jealous that I'm so cute!"

Cold-Eat Rabbit retorted indignantly on the spot, but was immediately disgusted by her own words, "Ugh, I didn't know that saying such things could be so disgusting... Long Aotian, you are truly admirable, inspiring aspiration! You accomplished what others couldn't do with such ease!"

"Of course, there's nothing I can't do!"

Whether Long Aotian genuinely didn't understand or was pretending to be oblivious, he readily agreed.

However, Zhou Ke'er's mind wasn't on that right now. He was wondering why the system hadn't notified him that a side quest or hidden quest had been triggered, even though he had deliberately made Cynthia ask him for help so many times. Could it be that the request was fake, fabricated, and that she was lying to Zhou Ke'er for some other purpose?

Or is it necessary to make her tell the whole background of the curse, the so-called secrets, before the mission can be triggered?

This is so strange... Anyway, let's give it a try...

Just then, a cell phone ringing suddenly interrupted Zhou Ke'er's thoughts. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound and saw that it was Taiga Aisaka's cell phone that had suddenly rang.

"Unknown number..."

Taiga Aisaka looked up at Zhou Ke'er and the others: "This is a number I've never seen before. Should I answer it?"

"Hmm... is this the phone? If it's from an unknown source... could it be that the police have tracked us down?"

Cold-cooked Rabbit turned to Zhou Ke'er and asked, since among them, Zhou Ke'er seemed to be the only one who knew about these things.

"Was the police that fast? Could it be that those guards have already shaken off the police? Are they only now starting to investigate us, or is there another group of police investigating this matter besides the ones sent to the chemical plant?"

Long Aotian pondered and guessed.

"There's no use in just guessing. Let's answer the phone first. Even if the other party's purpose is to locate us, it's not too late to throw away the phone later."

Zhou Ke'er thought for a moment and suggested, "Oh right, don't forget to turn on speakerphone."

Upon hearing this, Taiga Aisaka nodded and answered the call, "Hello? Who is this?"

There was a moment of silence before the person on the other end answered, "A hero, is that it?"

The other person's voice was barely recognizable as a woman's, but for some reason it sounded very hoarse, like something sharp scraping against frosted glass. Moreover, her speech sounded stiff and hesitant, as if she didn't know how to speak very well.

Upon hearing this, Aisaka Taiga's eyes widened suddenly. She looked at the others, hesitated for a moment, and then replied, "What? What hero? What are you talking about? Who are you? Is this a prank?"

Zhou Ke'er subconsciously looked at Cynthia and saw that she seemed unable to hide her surprise. She knew that the caller was someone she knew, and judging from the degree of her surprise, it was probably not one of the guards, but someone else.

That means that some guards have already died, others have been summoned, and somehow they not only escaped the police but also obtained Taiga Aisaka's contact information.

After Taiga Aisaka replied, there was another moment of silence on the other end before she continued, "You've captured Cynthia? Where is she?"

The other person completely ignored Taiga Aisaka's reply and instead asked their own question. What could he do now?

Taiga Aisaka could only reply, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. Did you dial the wrong number?"

After saying that, he was about to hang up the phone, but the other party quickly replied, as if they knew that Taiga Aisaka would answer like that, "Your parents, I know their location. If they don't return Cynthia, kill them. Chemical plant, two hours. If they don't come, they're dead."

After stammering through her words, the other party quickly hung up the phone, giving Taiga Aisaka no chance to say anything more.

"Hey...no way...my parents are overseas...how did they find out where my parents are? This can't be real!"

Taiga Aisaka stammered in disbelief.

"Since the other party knows your contact information, and under these circumstances, although we don't know how they did it, it's definitely related to the police... So, if we use police data, this kind of intelligence should be easy to find. As for how that happened..."

Zhou Ke'er shattered Taiga Aisaka's illusions, turned to look at Cynthia, and smiled very kindly.

Cynthia shuddered at the sight and quickly explained, "I know her! She's... my older sister, Draco. She can change her appearance and control other people's minds... and she can use my trick too..."

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180. The Great Rescue of the Heroes (Part 17)

"How could this be! Wasn't it said that the strength of the summoned people would increase gradually? It's already strange that you came in the first wave, so how could she come in the second wave?"

Cold-cooked rabbit couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"I think it might be because... although she doesn't need to rely on an array to use that move, she will die after using it once."

Cynthia lowered her head and answered softly, "Because her bloodline is too pure. Once she uses that move, its power is enough to destroy herself as well... That's what I mean by the curse of bloodlines..."

Although my bloodline purity was just right, allowing me to use that move multiple times with the help of formations, ultimately, either my body would collapse, or I would be devoured by my bloodline and transformed into a terrifying monster...

This is my destiny with her, the destiny of this bloodline!

"So, she just has some special abilities and a trump card, but other than that, she's probably just like you, without any real combat skills, right?"

After listening to Cynthia's words, Zhou Ke'er temporarily ignored the curse and bloodline issues and instead focused on another important question.

"Yes, that makes sense then. It seems the current situation isn't entirely unsolvable!"

Cold-Eating Rabbit thought Zhou Ke'er's analysis made a lot of sense, nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, she's different from me. Princess Delac is extremely skilled in combat. At only twenty years old, she has already become the most promising candidate to be promoted to the next Sword Saint. If it weren't for her bloodline, which destined her to be trained as a weapon like me..."

She should have been taken as a disciple by the current Sword Saint long ago. None of the court swordsmen and royal swordsmen in the palace could withstand a single blow from her.

Cynthia shook her head and sighed with regret, "It's a pity she can't use magic, because once she resonates with magical energy, her bloodline will go berserk. Otherwise, the human alliance would never have been defeated so quickly... Swordsmen below the level of Sword Saint really can't easily influence the course of the battle."

Zhou Ke'er was slightly surprised by her words. It wasn't that she hadn't expected the opponent to be strong, but rather that she hadn't expected Cynthia to say such a thing. She had assumed that even if the opponent was truly strong, Cynthia would lie and say the opponent was weak, to lower Zhou Ke'er's guard and allow them to rush in and be wiped out, thus saving her. She hadn't expected her to say it so directly.

"What?! How could this be?! What are we going to do?!"

Taiga Aisaka had initially felt a little relieved after hearing Zhou Ke'er's words, but now she was frightened by Cynthia's description and immediately asked in a panic.

"Hey... I mean, this is so weird! Why are the Demon King's army sending us nothing but weak cannon fodder with no intelligence, while the Human Alliance is sending all sorts of superhuman fighters? What happened to the promise of a gradual, limited approach? Is there any justice in this world?! Is there no law?!"

Eating cold food inevitably leads to complaints, and when angry, one even curses oneself.

Seeing Zhou Ke'er looking at her, Cynthia had no choice but to become the explainer: "It's like this, those who are teleported to another world do indeed need to be in order of strength, from lowest to highest, but their essence..."

To give an analogy, it's like a crack. You have to stuff things out one by one, from small to large, to widen the crack. But if the stuffed thing is normally the right size, it might become too big for the crack's capacity under special circumstances. However, since the thing has already passed through the crack, it won't have any effect.

Meanwhile, Princess Drak and I are fine in our normal state, except that we sometimes use certain methods to temporarily enhance our strength or use skills beyond our power limits.

"I get it. It means that those in charge of the demon race are either complete idiots or extremely wicked, too lazy to find any loopholes. In short, they want us cannon fodder to die quickly so they can send in stronger ones..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but purse her lips. "In short, if Cynthia wasn't lying to us, then it's obvious that we absolutely can't beat that Drak. A team of vanguard cannon fodder is no match for a genius who is at least at the general level. It seems that we can only rely on... a perfect overpowered protagonist!"

Don't you think so? Only Lord Long Aotian could handle this situation!

Long Aotian was taken aback at first, but then immediately raised his head and said, "Of course, a piece of cake! Leave it to me! I know you've done your best, so don't blame yourselves too much! There's nothing shameful about relying on me! After all, I'm so perfect!"

Zhou Ke'er felt that Zhang He and he would definitely have something in common if they thought perfection and beauty were similar.

"whispering sound..."

Cold-Eating Rabbit looked helplessly at Zhou Ke'er and Long Aotian, who seemed to be joking around, and couldn't help but roll her eyes. These two were just too unreliable. "By the way," she said, "speaking of which, Cynthia's curse comes from her bloodline, right? Similarly, her abilities also come from her bloodline..."

In that case, could we try a blood transfusion? Maybe it could transfer the curse or increase our strength or something?

"Hmph, do you think we're two Donghuang Taiyis spinning around in circles? Your blood is in my body? You really dare to dream! Putting aside whether the blood types match or not, and whether there will be a rejection reaction... if blood transfusions could change bloodlines and races, wouldn't all sorts of other demons disguised as vampires have already appeared?"

When Zhou Ke'er heard Leng Chi Tu's naive idea, she almost burst out laughing—oh, she already did. His imagination was just too rich!

"Come on! Isn't it a mistake to pursue science in a fantasy world? Haven't you seen the famous anime from the old era, 'The Legend of the Eyes'? In that kind of setting, organs can be replaced at will, and rejection reactions simply don't exist, okay? Isn't a blood transfusion the simplest thing?"

Cold-cooked Rabbit immediately retorted, "Besides, if there's any real danger, we can just get a blood transfusion from our wrist. If anything goes wrong, we can just cut off our hand. There shouldn't be any problem then, right?"

"Ah, of course there's no problem with that, the problem is with you! I have to say... your biology is really terrible!"

You have to understand, in just a few breaths, the blood in a person's body has already circulated through the arteries and heart several times. Blood exchange definitely needs to go through the arteries! So what's the point of cutting off a hand? It's already spread throughout the body and is terminally ill! Wake up! Those scenes in zombie movies where people are bitten and cut off wherever they want are all fake!

Zhou Ke'er looked at Leng Chi Tu with the pity one would show someone who was mentally challenged, and said earnestly, "Sigh, even though you are mentally challenged, Daddy won't despise you!"

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181. The Great Rescue of the Heroes (Part 18)

"Hey! What is that?!"

Cold-Eat Rabbit couldn't help but protest, "What's wrong with what I said! So what if I didn't study biology well! If the undead can exist, what's the point of biology?!"

"Alright, alright~ You're right! Fine, if you really want to try, then go ahead and try. It doesn't really matter anyway. The solution to this situation is quite simple, and Long Aotian should have thought of it by now, right?"

Before Long Aotian could answer, Lengchitu blurted out in surprise, "Eh? There's already a method? How come I didn't think of that at all? What method is it?!"

"Why didn't you think of that? Tell me, from the beginning of the module until now, what have you thought of?"

Zhou Ke'er shrugged, not giving a direct answer. After all, if she were to openly discuss that method now, it would cause trouble, as it seemed rather inhumane.

Zhou Ke'er then turned to Cynthia, "Are you ready? We're about to start the blood transfusion~"

Cynthia was shocked. This was supposed to be about her! How could Wan Jin have made such a decision without even consulting her?! Do prisoners of war really have no human rights whatsoever?! That's outrageous!

But there was no other way; the situation was beyond her control. Cynthia could only reluctantly extend her right hand, whispering, "Gently... gently, I'm afraid of pain..."

She wasn't worried about bleeding to death; after all, her bloodline was strong enough that even a bullet wound wouldn't be a big deal, let alone just a little blood loss.

"I thought you were going to let me play the role of the blood transfusion recipient, after all, I am a vampire."