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

The young man stared at Zhou Ke'er in disbelief: "What did you just do?! How could you lay a hand on the bishop? This...this..."

"Are you crazy?! Can't I fight back? Are you suggesting we wait until he kills all these people, then slaughters his way out and massacres civilians before we can catch him?"

Zhou Ke'er pursed her lips. The guy in front of her seemed to be about the same strength as Lance before, which was about the same level as Zhou Ke'er. As for the old man opposite her... if he hadn't gone mad, he should be a little stronger than Xi Ang. It was understandable that he didn't dare to make a move now.

While this guy hesitated, he missed the best opportunity. The old man crawled out of the ruins in a strange, twisted posture. His whole body looked like a puppet with broken joints, or like he was running on his hands and knees. In short, he looked extremely bizarre.

"Hey, do you want your bishop to live on like this, to be ridiculed by the world?"

Zhou Ke'er raised an eyebrow and said provocatively.

Anyway, he wouldn't lift a finger. If things escalate and someone claims he killed the bishop, and they use him as a scapegoat to protect the bishop's reputation...aren't theocratic states always good at this kind of thing? So let the people in the church fight amongst themselves. He won't get involved in taking the blame.

After saying this, Zhou Ke'er stared intently at the young man, waiting for his reaction.

But he still looked hesitant, staring at the bishop crawling towards them, his face full of struggle and confusion, muttering incoherent words: "No...no, but...this is the bishop, this is the Holy Light...how can I..."

"Got it, bro."

Fearing the old man would go insane if he continued like this, Zhou Ke'er grabbed him by the back of his collar and ran back. When it came to escaping, the old man was no match for Zhou Ke'er, who was already an expert in the art.

In no time, Zhou Ke'er easily led the young man away from this place, heading all the way towards the Timius Mansion.

As for those believers and civilians who fainted... hey, that's not Zhou Ke'er's fault. Zhou Ke'er gave this young man a chance to save them, but he refused. So their deaths weren't because of Zhou Ke'er, but because of this young man!

As Zhou Ke'er ran, she said to him, "See all these civilians lying on the ground? Innocent civilians. Can you imagine what kind of disaster they will suffer next? You can. Because you have faced that guy, your so-called bishop. You know what he will do to these innocent people. But you chose to run away, you chose to let them die."

"No, that's not it! I...I didn't, no, you...you could have done something, why did you..."

This poor young man, who believed in the Holy Light, was clearly unable to remain calm under the shock of the bishop's madness, the suffering of innocent civilians, and his own escape. He had even become somewhat mentally deranged.

But Zhou Ke'er wasn't going to shut up. She sneered, "That's enough! It's ridiculous. Are you trying to blame me for your mistakes? Think about it yourself! Who was it that was surrounded by a crowd of believers in the center? Who was it that was welcomed and worshipped by the common people? And who was it that ultimately disappointed everyone and fled in a sorry state?!"

"It was...me? It was all me...I...I'm unworthy to believe in the Holy Light...I'm just a coward! I should have died with them..."

The young man's spirit was completely shattered. He was dragged along by Zhou Ke'er like a lump of rotten flesh. His eyes lost their luster, and wisps of black mist began to emanate from his body.

"That's right! But that's precisely why you can't just die here meaninglessly; you must atone for your sins!"

Zhou Ke'er said with absolute certainty.

"Atonement...atonement?"

The man grasped at a straw, and his eyes regained a glimmer of light.

"Yes, you've already deserved to die a thousand deaths, that's why you can't die so easily. Otherwise, don't you think you're being too despicable? So, you must atone for your sins!"

Zhou Ke'er turned her head, looked directly into the man's eyes, and smiled: "And I... can help you."

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Soon, Zhou Ke'er carried the guy back to the entrance of Timius's mansion, where she saw Nosa and the other two hiding behind the door, looking out warily.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Zhou Ke'er return safely. Nosha glanced at the object Zhou Ke'er was carrying and frowned slightly: "Eron? What happened... What happened at the church?"

Nosa had initially been confident in this guy's abilities, but she never expected him to turn out like this and be dragged back by Zhou Ke'er.

"Let's go first, and talk as we go."

Zhou Ke'er released Elon, who was still in a daze, and finally had a free hand to set her other dislocated and fractured hand. "I'm not familiar with this place. Anyway, let's go to a safe place to take shelter for a while and make some plans before we talk about it. You'd better make a decision quickly, it's not a good place to stay."

If the mutated bishop has already set his sights on them, then such a short distance is not enough to shake him off. Although his speed has slowed down slightly because he is now on all fours, it is unknown whether he will adapt and speed up.

"hiss..."

Feeling the sharp pain in her right hand, even Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but frown and click her tongue slightly. There was no way to reduce pain in the game now, so this pain was real.

"The safest place... must be the palace."

Isaac answered before Norsha could speak, but hesitated slightly after speaking: "But I don't know if they will allow us in—no, I should be overthinking it. After all, we have titles and are nobles, so they shouldn't turn us away."

"..."

Elon, seemingly oblivious to the conversation, looked at Zhou Ke'er's injured right arm and silently reached out his hand. A faint white light appeared in his hand, gently illuminating Zhou Ke'er's right arm and promoting its rapid recovery.

Zhou Ke'er glanced at him, but didn't say anything to him. She just continued, "Let's go to the palace first. As for whether there will be any unexpected situations, we'll talk about it when we get there. Lead the way."

Nosha glanced at Isaac with a hint of hesitation, but ultimately said nothing, simply nodding and quickly leading the way. Although their strength wasn't great, they were at least trained, and they didn't get tired after walking only a few steps; in fact, they ran much faster than normal people.

This was exactly what Zhou Ke'er wanted. He didn't want these burdens to be too slow and cause the mutated bishop to catch up with him. Theoretically, that guy was much stronger than Zhou Ke'er. If he hadn't used a control technique and caught the opponent off guard, the outcome would have been very different.

As they walked, Lannister, who had been silent until now, finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Miss Memoride, were you injured?... What happened at the church? Why was Father Elon..."

Zhou Ke'er didn't even turn her head. "There are too many problems. In short, one of the bishops from the church was infected by the evil and mutated. The situation just now was caused by that guy. Moreover, he is much stronger than us, so we could only barely escape back first. As for this guy, his name is Elon, right? I just saved his life casually, it's nothing serious."

The roads were littered with civilians lying on the ground, some unconscious, some groaning in pain, and some children wailing beside their fallen relatives. The scene looked like a living hell.

Seeing this scene, Elon felt a pang of pity and instinctively reached out to say something while holding the crumpled book in his hands. However, Zhou Ke'er immediately sensed his intention and grabbed his collar before he could speak, causing him to stumble forward.

He looked at Zhou Ke'er with a puzzled expression, his eyes filled with pity that had not yet faded, as well as sorrow and confusion.

"I told you, didn't I? I can help you, but you have to listen to me and not do anything pointless or unnecessary."

Zhou Ke'er leaned close to Elon's ear, her tone slightly cold.

Now is not the time to indulge in a saintly mentality. Not to mention that the bishop behind us might catch up at any time, the people lying on the ground are all potential mutants who could become monsters under the influence of evil when they lose consciousness.

Wasting time here now is like getting stuck in a quagmire; you'll sink deeper and deeper until you have to make a sacrifice to escape.

"But...atonement...for them, you said..."

Elon looked sad and confused, uttering nonsensical words in a bewildered tone.