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

Sagos glanced at him and laughed, "I said it."

As he laughed, he casually waved his staff, and without warning, countless burning rocks began to fall from the sky, smashing down swathes of demons.

The female archer's eyes widened. "Hey! Sion just passed by! You'll accidentally hurt him!"

Sargus replied with a smile, "Chris, your worries are unnecessary. Have you forgotten? Last time, the Demon Grand Duke of the Western Continent attacked him with all his might, and ended up exhausting himself and dying from exhaustion after fighting all day, while Sion didn't suffer a single injury. He's very tough."

Then, he added in a low voice, "Besides, this is the weakest spell I know for clearing out mobs."

The guards who were originally stationed there were shocked—your weakest spell is a forbidden spell at the start?

Meanwhile, Zhou Ke'er, who was surrounded by demons, could naturally sense these people, and she realized... weren't these guys ridiculously strong?!

Having just witnessed the strength of those guards, Zhou Ke'er had assumed that the power system in this world was not very advanced, but these individuals completely overturned her previous assumption.

If we disregard the strangeness of the evil energy system, from the perspective of pure physical strength, that guy who is supposed to be a hero is far stronger than him!

Zhou Ke'er's strength is at most similar to Chris and the man with the shield, and her offensive power is not as high as Chris's, nor is her defensive power as strong as the man with the shield.

That makes sense, though. It would be strange if the hero wasn't as strong as Zhou Ke'er in a Western fantasy world.

The hero gripped the giant sword with both hands and hurled it forward. The massive sword, as big as a door panel, swept through the air like a fan blade, slicing through the demons piece by piece like a harvester.

He drew the short sword from his waist, pointed it forward, and shouted, "Holy Sword! An enemy of this caliber is not worth my personal attention."

Immediately, the short sword in his hand trembled as if in helplessness, and then, with his swinging motion, an exaggeratedly dazzling golden sword aura swept out, slicing to death a large number of demons.

Good heavens! Zhou Ke'er exclaimed, "Good heavens! This won't do! These people are killing too fast. It's like they're playing a hack-and-slash game. If this continues, they probably won't even notice that Zhou Ke'er is here. They'll just wipe this place out as well. This won't do!"

The soldiers were clearly stunned, completely forgetting to tell them that Zhou Ke'er was in there!

Zhou Ke'er had no choice but to cover her body with evil energy, and then suddenly unleash it outwards, blasting away all the demons around her and creating a huge noise that attracted everyone's attention.

Immediately, Zhou Ke'er covered his body with both evil and spiritual energy, pretending to be exhausted, and fell straight down from the sky. He thought someone would come to his rescue, but even if no one did, he wouldn't be seriously injured under the protection of evil and spiritual energy.

It's just that the role-playing will be a little more troublesome afterward.

Fortunately, the hero team is, after all, of the Order of Good. Seeing someone fall out of a pile of demons, they will definitely lend a helping hand.

If it were Zhou Ke'er herself... she might really just watch someone else fall.

Sagos narrowed his eyes slightly, waved his staff casually, and a gentle breeze lifted Zhou Ke'er into the air, slowly drifting her towards them.

Chris frowned and asked the soldiers who were still in shock, "What's going on? Are those your men?"

The middle-aged soldier at the head of the group seemed about to answer when the female mage interrupted, "No! She's not one of us. She appeared here out of nowhere, and the demon army arrived shortly after she appeared. We suspect she's a high-ranking demon!"

The other soldiers stared in astonishment, bewildered as to why the female mage would say such a thing—though she wasn't lying, and she wasn't wrong at all, but such words...

Just then, the shield-wielding man who had been mostly silent shook his head and said, "I didn't sense any demonic aura from her, and the holy light didn't show any disgust. She's not a demon."

Chris nodded in agreement. "Lance's judgment is correct. If that thing were a demon, I would have instinctively shot an arrow at her long ago. The God of Nature is very sensitive to evil demons."

Clearly, this was because when Zhou Ke'er sensed that the sage seemed to be waving his staff, she immediately shrunk all the evil energy into the corners of her body and hid it, while what was revealed was the aura of spiritual power—although the source of Zhou Ke'er's spiritual power was also evil, it at least looked absolutely unrelated to evil.

At the same time, the hero threw the holy sword into the air and shouted, "Holy sword! I'm tired of fighting. Move around by yourself. I'm going back to rest now."

Immediately, he flew back towards the crowd, and the holy sword could only tirelessly unleash its sword energy, reaping one wave of demons after another.

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533. In short, there's a huge problem!

The middle-aged soldier at the head of the group exchanged glances with the other soldiers after hearing what Saggs and Chris said. For some reason, there was a hint of relief in his eyes. But in order to avoid making the female mage feel awkward, he quickly changed the subject and said, "I see, that's good... By the way, why did the hero come here at this time? Logically speaking, the hero should be fighting against the main force of the Demon King's army on the front line right now. This place is just a remote area that is not even a battlefield."

Upon hearing this, the greatshield knight named Lance, with a simple and honest smile on his face, answered without any attempt to hide his true feelings: "That's right, Sion is no longer a hero. Moreover... not only has he been stripped of his hero status, but we are also wanted by the Empire."

Upon hearing Lance's honest answer, the soldiers froze, remaining silent for a moment before the middle-aged soldier in the lead awkwardly forced a smile: "Sir Knight, please don't joke around. The hero still holds the Holy Sword; how could he possibly be stripped of his hero status?"

Just then, the hero floated back from mid-air. Hearing the middle-aged soldier's words, he scratched his head sheepishly and replied with a smile, "Oh, that sword isn't the real Holy Sword. The real Holy Sword was forcibly recalled by that old geezer king using a royal secret spell. This one is just a man-made Holy Sword called 'Grammer,' which I snatched from the Four Royal Knights when I was escaping."

Why are all these people so honest?

Even if you just casually tell a lie to get by, they'll take it as a fool and quickly run away, leaving the whole thing alone.

But why should we honestly tell everything?

Suddenly, the middle-aged soldier looked around with a bewildered expression, as if he were blind, and muttered loudly, "Huh? How strange, how come all these demons are suddenly dead? Nobody was here at all! Could it be that His Majesty's great radiance has spread throughout this place, and he has vanquished all these evils? Fantastic! We survived! Long live His Majesty!"

Even Zhou Ke'er, who was still pretending to be unconscious, couldn't help but scoff inwardly. This guy may not have any other skills, but he's a master at playing dumb and pretending to be confused.

This guy has a thick skin, he's got a bit of Zhou Ke'er's style.

Then, the middle-aged soldier added, "Ah, what's going on? I suddenly feel so dizzy. Is it because I'm exhausted? Or did someone cast some kind of spell?"

After saying that, he simply lay down on the ground without moving and began to pretend to be unconscious.

The few remaining soldiers exchanged glances and immediately followed the example of the middle-aged soldier, falling down and pretending to be dead.

Sages couldn't help but chuckle: "You see, I told you long ago that we don't need to hide or conceal our whereabouts at all. There will naturally be people to do these things for us."

“That’s right. As a knight, I never lie. Honesty is the most important virtue.”

Lance nodded in agreement, but it was unclear what his words had to do with what Sargers had said, or what he was actually agreeing with.

Chris sighed and pointed at Zhou Ke'er, who was still floating in mid-air pretending to be unconscious. "So what do we do with her now? Should we just leave her here with these guys? We'll have to run away ourselves."

"It would be better to ask her directly and get her opinion."

Just then, Sages suddenly spoke up with a smile, "Anyway... she should have woken up by now. Don't you think so?"

The last sentence seemed to be directed at Zhou Ke'er.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ke'er knew that she couldn't continue acting, so she simply opened her eyes, straightened up, and sat down naturally on the wind-attribute magic that was supporting him, as if she wasn't afraid of Saggs dispelling the magic at all. She casually crossed her legs and straightened her clothes, which were slightly disheveled from her previous movements.

Then, Zhou Ke'er reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, saying as if casually, "Okay, I thought my acting was pretty good—especially when you guys were defending me just now, I almost thought I had fooled you."

Chris looked surprised upon seeing this and pointed at Zhou Ke'er, "What... what's going on? She didn't faint? Then how did she fall down from that pile of demons?"

With a gentle smile, Saggs lightly tapped Chris's head with his staff, saying with a hint of helplessness, "You, you. Didn't I remind you long ago that when observing others, you need to use not only your eyes but also your magic?"

As he spoke, he turned to Zhou Ke'er and continued in a very natural tone, "Such a powerful and vigorous life force, yet suddenly falling from mid-air—it really lacks any secrecy. I personally believe that a powerhouse of this level would not make such a low-level mistake, so it's obvious—wasn't your real purpose to let us discover this?"

Chris muttered a complaint in a low voice, "I have no idea what the point of doing this is."

Zhou Ke'er shrugged and casually unbuttoned the top button of her collar. The clothes were so tight they were making her uncomfortable—in fact, she didn't know what the point of doing this was, but since the other party had already come up with an excuse for her, she might as well go along with it. "You're right, aren't you? So, what do you plan to do with me?"

At this moment, the hero Xion finally spoke up, laughing heartily, "No matter what, we are a former hero team. How could we 'dispose' of our own people? Besides, didn't you come to us? Shouldn't we have asked you what your plans are first?"

Zhou Ke'er raised an eyebrow and continued to probe, "I thought you would be in a hurry to escape and wouldn't have time to waste here—but you've already been lingering here for quite a while, is that alright?"

Sion scratched his head slightly embarrassedly, then smiled earnestly and said, "Well, actually, our escape was just a symbolic one. After all, as long as the current hero isn't chasing us with the Four Royal Knights, there's nothing to be afraid of. And right now, they're all stuck on the front lines and can't get away, so as long as we don't go too far and keep hanging around that old geezer of the king every day, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Zhou Ke'er's eyes widened slightly, and she couldn't help but blurt out, "Good heavens, how did you get stripped of your hero status? That doesn't make sense!"

Sion shrugged. "It's all because of that old bastard king. He's afraid I'll betray him and join the Demon King's side like the previous hero, so he's trying to brand us all with slave marks..."

Zhou Ke'er was dumbfounded—no way, there really is such a brain-damaged king?!

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534. It's not that simple.

"The most important thing in doing things is fairness. Now that we've answered so many of your questions to the best of our ability, shouldn't it be our turn to ask you some questions?"

Seeing Zhou Ke'er's somewhat surprised expression, Sargus waved his staff, turning it into a magic ball, and asked while playing with it in his hand.

Zhou Ke'er extended her right index finger, pressed it against her lower lip, and smiled with narrowed eyes, "Of course. I completely agree."

As she spoke, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but glance at the soldiers who were still lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious—were they really just ignoring them? They really had a big heart.

Then, Lance asked in a serious, honest voice, "Let me ask first! Miss, are you a D-cup or an E-cup...?"

"Don't ask that kind of question right from the start, you damn perverted knight!"

Upon hearing this, Chris immediately punched Lance hard in the face before he could finish speaking—the punch was so powerful that it dented Lance's entire face, making Zhou Ke'er wonder if she had accidentally shattered Lance's skull.

The next second, as Chris withdrew her fist, Lance's dented face instantly bounced back to its original shape.

Lance blushed, his nose was bleeding, but he had a blissful expression on his face. He gave a thumbs up and collapsed to the ground with a satisfied look on his face.

Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Good heavens, this guy is actually a masochist? Indeed, no matter how you look at it, this hero team is very strange!

The brave Sion turned his head away sheepishly, muttering under his breath, "Tsk, actually I wanted to ask that question too..."

Chris's eyes immediately flashed with malice as she turned to look at Theon, her long hair flying wildly without any wind, as if brandishing claws. "What did you say?!"

The brave man, looking completely innocent, put his hands on his hips and complained righteously, "Well, what can I do? Look at the clothes she's wearing, those buttons are practically hanging down, the way they're showing is just too suggestive! And our team is all men, how can I possibly control myself!"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Chris, who was only now realizing what was happening, was utterly shocked: "What do you mean? What do you mean they're all men? Have I been gender-swapped?!"

Sion paused for a moment, then openly glanced at Chris's area from the neck down to her abdomen, before revealing an expression mixed with sorrow and pity. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know that existed. I hadn't even noticed."

"You bastard, just die! Why did the Holy Sword choose someone like you! You deserve to be stripped of your title of Hero!"

Chris erupted on the spot, kicking Sion to the ground with a flying kick, and then stomped on Sion's stomach with her foot, trampling him like a pile driver in a war-like stomp.

Lance, who was also lying on the ground, wriggled over like a caterpillar and lay down next to the hero, his face flushed. "I want some too! Chris, you can't be biased!"

Seeing this farce, Saggs's usually smiling lips twitched involuntarily, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He almost smashed the magic ball in his hand on their heads, but in the end, he just waved his hand helplessly.

Immediately, several ropes appeared out of thin air, tied up all three of them, and hung them upside down in mid-air.

Sagos sighed and smiled at Zhou Ke'er, "Now they can finally quiet down for a while. Sorry for making you laugh. Now, let me ask you a few questions, okay?"

Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but glance at the three people who were tied up. The method of tying them up was obviously the tortoise shell binding. In order to prevent them from speaking and causing trouble, they even thoughtfully gagged them—although it was obviously a gag.

You're the one who's really acting weird!

Zhou Ke'er raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms: "Of course. I have no objection."

Sages nodded. "Actually, we only want to ask very simple questions. It's nothing more than where you come from, who you are, and what your purpose is in coming here. That's all."

"As for these few questions, I will answer them even if you don't reveal your own information to me."

Zhou Ke'er rested her chin on one hand and tilted her head as she spoke.

Sagos shrugged. "I prefer a fair trade."

Zhou Ke'er looked thoughtful as she answered each question one by one: "Actually, I'm not from this world. I was just banished from my original world after losing a battle. Fortunately, your world opened an entrance for me, otherwise I might be dead in the spatial turbulence by now. As for myself... you can call me Memoried. As for my purpose... let's just say it's to survive."

It's best not to tell them Zhou Ke'er's real name yet. In this kind of Western fantasy power system, there are often causal spells that target real names. Telling a stranger your name without any precautions is a very reckless act no matter how you look at it.

Sargus was slightly surprised to hear this: "So that's how it is... Although I had some doubts from the beginning because I felt that the energy in your body did not match the power system I knew, I did not expect that you were not from this world."

"I thought you would at least have some doubts."