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

"My performance?"

Even the king, with his good temper, couldn't help but be slightly surprised and annoyed upon hearing these words. It was as if his life was firmly in the hands of the other party, who could let him live or die at will, treating him as a completely controllable plaything.

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674. Let's have an open and honest talk.

"Isn't this just common sense!"

Zhou Ke'er shrugged confidently, leaning slightly closer to her, exuding a sense of pressure: "Because... the problem isn't with me, it's with you. Surely you, as the ruler of a nation, can't even sense the changes in your own body?"

The king's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing this, but he still sneered, "What a strange thing, an assassin who cares more about my health than my royal physician."

"You seem to think you're very funny?"

Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes slightly, and subtly hooked her right hand fingers, trying to stir up the evil energy within the other party and give him a small lesson, or rather... a "surprise".

However, to his surprise...

It can't be pulled?!

No, something's wrong!

A massive amount of malevolent energy rushed into his right eye, and he looked at the other person again—it was completely different from what he had just seen! Zhou Ke'er had actually been fooled by this guy's disguise!

This king is not a human infected by evil at all, but rather an intelligent evil being hiding under the skin of a human—in some ways, he is somewhat similar to Zhou Ke'er.

"What...?"

The king looked Zhou Ke'er up and down, then suddenly revealed a strange expression. Something seemed to be twisting and writhing beneath his face, and his voice gradually lowered, becoming hoarse and terrifying: "I almost didn't recognize you. So you're one of us—it's not allowed to trespass on someone else's territory without permission. Or are you planning to break our thousand-year-old oath and start a rebellion?"

Zhou Ke'er frowned secretly; there was quite a lot of information in what she had just said.

Long Aotian sensed that the other party seemed to be about to cause trouble, so he quickly stepped forward, pulled the chair Zhou Ke'er was sitting in back, stood in front of Zhou Ke'er to subtly block her view, and turned to look at her.

Zhou Ke'er waved to him, then looked at the king again, clapped her hands together, then spread them open, looking innocent, and said, "Please, I don't even know you, and you've probably never seen me before—what makes you so sure I know what this thousand-year oath you're talking about is?"

The king's voice was deep, and something liquid seemed to be undulating and writhing in the shadows behind him, yet it did not wet the ground. "All of our kind who have come to this world know that five hundred years ago we signed this covenant together, dividing our respective territories, without exception—no other kind of people have come to this world since then, so you must also do the same."

Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but chuckle. "Ha, since you've explained the detailed settings to me in such great detail, doesn't that mean... you've actually noticed something, but you just don't want to believe it? I only just came into this world recently, so how could I have participated in the oath you mentioned from five hundred years ago?"

This guy just said... his people divided their territories through an oath, doesn't that mean that besides this country, there are many other countries in the same situation, and their kings are also monsters whose bodies have been possessed by evil?

Moreover, unless they are killed, the evil beings will not die easily. With the changes of people over the past five hundred years, it is impossible for them to keep their original appearance and live on forever. Otherwise, wouldn't there be rumors of "immortals"?

That means they will take over the body of the next king, who is also the crown prince, and continue to exist as the king of the country!

The king suddenly stood up, staring intently at Zhou Ke'er: "A new...companion?! Are you serious?"

"Whether it's true or false, didn't you already know the answer?"

Zhou Ke'er remained seated with her legs crossed, looking completely nonchalant: "Why bother asking me for an answer anymore?"

"So that's how it is..."

The king looked thoughtful and enlightened, but then his expression turned ferocious in an instant. Countless thorns shot out from the shadows behind him. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you live—there's only one ending for you now! That is to be devoured by me and become my nourishment!"

"You switched sides too quickly, it makes me feel like I'm not getting any satisfaction."

Long Aotian unleashed a cloud of blood mist in front of him, blocking all the thorns. At the same time, he pulled Zhou Ke'er's chair back several steps. Zhou Ke'er didn't react much, but her tone seemed uninterested: "Is this what you call living for over five hundred years? You have no composure at all, not even as steady as some minor nobles."

Zhou Ke'er had already foreseen the current situation—the evil beings are not the kind of beings that help each other. If two evil beings confront each other, there are only two possible outcomes: either they turn each other into servants and enslave them, or they devour each other and turn them into nourishment. Even evil beings that wear human skin and possess intelligence—it's hard to say whether they've evolved or regressed—can at most only make a pact.

As for other evils besides the oath...

Of course, it is not protected by oaths.

Then it's just a matter of whether you can eat it or not.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Cunning? Composure? Those are things only weak humans need."

The king was enveloped in black mist, which twisted and writhed in mid-air as if baring his fangs and claws. "Compared to those cumbersome pretense used for feigned compliance, devouring, or dominating, is our innate instinct. We never suppress our instincts, just as I can't wait to devour you right now!"

Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes—this guy is very strong! Much stronger than Xion... no, much stronger than that mad bishop.

Although this guy doesn't seem to be very bright, he has lived for so long. Although he is bound by the so-called oath and cannot strengthen himself by devouring other evil beings, his strength is indeed incredibly powerful after a hundred years of tempering.

It should be said... thankfully, they had that covenant binding them together; otherwise, if Zhou Ke'er had been facing a monster that had been devouring other evil beings to grow stronger for five hundred years...

Zhou Ke'er was probably killed right now... no, she was killed the moment she uttered her first sentence, before she could even react.

Although Long Aotian didn't quite understand what was going on, nor did he know how Zhou Ke'er had inexplicably become the other party's "kind," the danger before him was at least very obvious. "Fight or run?"

"You think you can beat him?"

Zhou Ke'er ignored the king who was charging towards her and glanced at Long Aotian.

Long Aotian shook his head honestly.

"Hey, there's nothing we can do about it. We have to fight even if we can't win."

Zhou Ke'er instantly teleported to the side, dodging the king's attack. "Even if we escape to other countries now... the situation will be the same. We can't be sure if those kings are in the same situation. So... for my sake, use Flame Fist on him!"

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675. If you can't reach an agreement, then take action.

"Are you sure you're sure you're playing on someone else's home turf?"

Long Aotian raised an eyebrow and checked again. In his opinion, this decision seemed a bit too reckless, ill-considered, and prudent. "What if he has other backup plans, or other companions come to support us? It will put us in a bad situation."

"Why are you having so many concerns? Can't you see this guy is already making a move against me?"

The Azure Trace Sword instantly appeared in Zhou Ke'er's hand. With a few clangs, she knocked several thorns flying towards her to the ground. Then she rushed towards the king. "Do you still think we have the brains to successfully outwit this guy, lure him outside or into a trap so he can fight us? Forget it, let's keep dreaming about that until it gets dark."

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Ke'er was enveloped in a thick, menacing black mist, and her Azure Mark Sword slashed fiercely at the king's arm, producing a metallic clang.

"You do have a good sense of self-awareness, but... to deal with you, I don't need any trump cards! Calling for allies is even less necessary! We, the Evil Ones... where would we have any allies!"

The king's face was now so distorted that it was no longer human. Under his skin, it was as if countless tiny worms were wriggling and churning. His features were no longer discernible, and although he no longer had a mouth, a muffled voice emanated from somewhere on his body.