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

Of course, these guesses may all be inaccurate, but that's not the point. The point is that even Raynor, the first person to receive the final results of that experiment from the Old Era, couldn't achieve what you've done. Do you know what that means?

This means that in the eyes of those great beings, your level of attention will skyrocket, and they may even constantly... test you? Or rather, toy with you.

At the same time, for Reno and his ilk, because of the fundamental change in your life, they will implicitly assume that your stance is naturally, to some extent, inclined towards those beings, no matter how much they outwardly appear to trust you.

Zhou Ke'er raised an eyebrow: "So you're saying I'm pleasing neither side right now? Just like you?"

Leier paused, clearly ignoring Zhou Ke'er's last sentence, and replied, "However, this isn't without its advantages—if you consider it an advantage: Renault's side will treat you as a useful tool, and they will try their best to ensure your safety until your usefulness is exhausted. As for those great beings, you are also a good subject to observe, and they won't let you die so easily before they get tired of you. In this way, your life is at least somewhat guaranteed—just like mine."

"Isn't this great news? Since you've said so, I'm relieved. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now; I still have a lot to do."

Zhou Ke'er waved her hand, seemingly indicating that Rae had nothing else to say—why would he risk so much to call him here just for something so meaningless? It really made one wonder what this guy's true purpose was.

It's obvious that whether it was his initial nonsensical attempt to get Zhou Ke'er to stop Renault, or his later so-called friendly reminder, the real purpose was simply to buy time. But how could Zhou Ke'er possibly know why this guy, Rae, went to such lengths to keep him in this godforsaken place?

It's just a rough guess. Given his passive attitude of dawdling and his undisguised purpose of delaying, he might be doing this under the orders of some great being.

If those great beings wanted Zhou Ke'er to stay in this godforsaken place a little longer, then Zhou Ke'er would have to worry about what the consequences might be—which is why, as soon as she realized that the other party was stalling for time, Zhou Ke'er openly and subtly said that she wanted to leave.

But Rae clearly wouldn't take the bait, shamelessly pretending not to understand even though they both clearly understood each other's intentions. Zhou Ke'er had originally hoped to maintain a graceful facade, with both parties saying goodbye as if nothing had happened, but now it seemed there was no other way, so she had to take her leave first and ask permission later.

If there really is something watching this situation from behind the scenes, hopefully that guy isn't so petty. (Gu)

After saying this, Zhou Ke'er didn't wait for Rayle's reply before she reached out and tore open a spatial rift, returning to the present world without hesitation.

Rael narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, "But if we want to fight against those beings, this guy is now the best solution... After all, only the evil itself can fight against the evil."

Thinking this, Rae turned to look at the boundless emptiness behind him.

As expected, just as Zhou Ke'er had predicted, a figure slowly emerged from the void.

Another familiar face to Zhou Ke'er, a tall, thin man in a sharp black suit appeared before Rayleigh; he was none other than one of Nyarlathotep's clones.

Rael blinked. Although others couldn't see it under the mosaic, he felt that the guy in front of him should be able to completely ignore that layer of mosaic. "Why is it you again? Are you working all year round? It always feels like it's just you guys doing the work, while the others don't do anything at all."

The tall, thin man winked at him, then shrugged with a helpless expression: "There's nothing we can do about it. Every single one of those guys is a total homebody. They just stay in their own little world and don't want to do anything. And since they don't want to do anything, they still want to have fun, so all the work ends up falling on us. Besides, if they're a little more active, the ones who aren't such homebodies aren't quite up to the task, and I don't trust them to do anything... Anyway, let's not talk about this anymore."

"So, did you figure anything out? Come to think of it, you really didn't tamper with this guy's condition?" Reeue tactfully changed the subject.

The tall, thin man waved his finger: "This was definitely not done by us, but we can't rule out the possibility that someone else is secretly involved, so I have applied to have the patrol team, which is on standby at all times, investigate."

As for myself, I really can't figure out who did it, but I do have some ideas about why this happened. But there's really no need, since I've already transmitted everything I observed to Nyarlathotep, and she can go find Yogcha to investigate. After all, that guy is omniscient; it's better to just ask Him directly. I'm too lazy to figure it out myself.”

"Alright, anyway, this isn't something I should know, so I won't ask any more questions... But, regarding how you plan to view that guy, or whether you have any plans against him... do I have the right or the need to know these things?"

Rae shrugged and pressed on meaningfully.

No—nothing has changed.

The tall, thin man shook his head: "It's certainly satisfying to see things go according to plan. But if everything is predictable, it loses all its charm. So, let nature take its course—after all, I'm also curious about how things will unfold."

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710. Evil God! Take this sword!

early morning.

As the communication bracelet rang, Zhou Ke'er slowly opened her eyes.

Why would someone call him so early in the morning? What's going on?

Zhou Ke'er casually picked up the communication bracelet from the bedside table and answered the call while yawning.

The voice of Honghe came through the communication bracelet: "FBI Warning! Open the door! It's the water meter inspectors!"

Zhou Ke'er subconsciously replied, "My family doesn't pay water bills, so we don't have a water meter."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication bracelet before Zhou Ke'er came to her senses and blinked: "Wait... what do you mean? You're right at my doorstep right now? At this very moment?"

The flamingo answered definitively, "At this very moment!"

"Goodness, really? I don't remember you living this close to my house. Wait a minute, I'll get dressed and come open the door right away."

Zhou Ke'er snapped her fingers, and the wardrobe opened automatically. Several pieces of clothing turned into black mist with a "bang," then floated onto Zhou Ke'er. After a swirling and condensing process, Zhou Ke'er changed into her everyday clothes.

It has to be said that this little trick is quite convenient in everyday life. Even washing up is unnecessary because of the strange repulsive force—it won't get dirty at all. This saved Zhou Ke'er a lot of trouble.

After changing her clothes in a few seconds, Zhou Ke'er went downstairs and arrived at the living room.

Sure enough, Porius, who didn't need to sleep, was already sitting on the sofa in a daze. When he saw Zhou Ke'er come out, his eyes lit up, and he was about to say something when Zhou Ke'er, as if anticipating his arrival, waved her hand at him, indicating "Zabuddle," which stopped Porius from kneeling down to pay his respects.

He walked quickly to the door and opened it.

Red Crane was indeed standing at the door, followed by a woman with a rapier hanging from her waist. She was none other than the girl named Qiao Yixia who had recently emerged from Dragon Sleep Valley.

Honghe saw Zhou Ke'er open the door and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a cold shout from behind: "Watch out!"

Suddenly, without warning, Honghe was pulled behind her by Qiao Yixia. Before she could even figure out what was happening, Qiao Yixia drew her rapier with a "whoosh" and pointed it at Zhou Ke'er with a fierce look: "Damn it... Could this be a trap?! Why is there an evil god here?!"

"To come to someone's door and point a sword at them, calling them an evil god or something, isn't that incredibly rude? Don't you people from the old era know what etiquette is?"

Zhou Ke'er shrugged, completely ignoring Qiao Yixia's threat. She casually retorted before walking past Qiao Yixia and squinting at Honghe behind her: "Honghe, you didn't come here just to see this guy point a sword at me, did you?"

"Indeed. To be honest, I don't understand what suddenly happened either..."

The flamingo stared blankly with its dead fish eyes, looking rather helpless.

Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Yixia, who was on high alert, interrupted her: "Don't be so reckless! Don't be fooled by this guy in front of you. He's not the friend you used to know anymore. What you're facing now... is an extremely dangerous evil god! Try not to communicate with him, or there's a high chance that his words will affect your mind! If you fall into madness, that's no joke!"

Wow…

Honghe gave a dry, enthusiastic exclamation and even clapped her hands. Then she looked at Zhou Ke'er with a look that said, "Now you know why I can't stand this guy."

"Insolence! How dare you point a weapon at our Lord?! This is a provocation against the throne of God, a provocation against all of Olympus!"

Before Zhou Ke'er could speak, Porius, who had seen the situation in the living room, couldn't sit still any longer. He immediately jumped up from the sofa, rushed over, and stood in front of Zhou Ke'er, glaring angrily at Qiao Yixia, who was holding a sword.

"... "

Zhou Ke'er covered her face helplessly, and returned Honghe's gaze with the same look that said, "Now you know that my life is just as miserable."

The two sighed in unison, sharing a similar plight.

These are two ancient relics from different eras; they're really too difficult to deal with.

Honghe yawned and waved as she walked into the house, saying, "You guys keep arguing, I need to catch up on some sleep. I flew here overnight and didn't get much sleep at all, I'm exhausted."

Qiao Yixia stared at Honghe in shock—why wouldn't this guy listen to reason! Why did he insist on rushing off to his death?!

"Then I'll leave this to you. Good luck! The glory of Olympus now rests on your shoulders. Don't let me down."

Zhou Ke'er patted Bolius on the shoulder, then yawned and turned to lead the flamingo into the house, casually saying, "The empty room hasn't been cleaned yet, you can make do on the sofa in the living room for now."

Upon hearing Zhou Ke'er's words, Bolius immediately became as if he had been injected with adrenaline, and solemnly declared, "I will not fail in my mission!!"

Thus, Bolius began to confront Qiao Yixia, who was caught in a dilemma, with a watchful eye.

In the end, they still couldn't fight. Qiao Yixia was awkwardly holding her sword, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. Meanwhile, Bolius, who was already stubborn, had just been "encouraged" by Zhou Ke'er, and now he stood at the door like a gatekeeper, determined to stare at Qiao Yixia all day long.

"Squeak, squeak..."

A door rang out, followed by a groggy voice that sounded like someone still half asleep: "What's all the noise? What happened...?"

But then, Zhijiansha, disheveled and sleepy-eyed, pushed open the door and mumbled something. However, halfway through her sentence, she abruptly stopped, as if someone had choked her, instantly waking her up as if doused with cold water in the dead of winter—she immediately spotted Honghe, who had entered the room with Zhou Ke'er.

"Oh."

The flamingo greeted her expressionlessly: "Good morning."

Zhou Ke'er then asked, "How are you? Are you comfortable sleeping here?"

A look of terror crossed Zhijiansha's face, as if she had been gripped tightly by the throat like a grip strength tester. Her face turned deathly pale, and she instinctively took a step back, closed the door, then opened it again, glancing at Zhou Ke'er and Honghe one last time, still disbelieving. Wait! This isn't a dream!

Looking at the flamingo's expressionless face, she felt as if a blood-red "danger" character had sprung up above her head. A death star was shining brightly above her!

"you…?"

With a frightened expression, as if she were a mistress caught red-handed by the main wife, she cautiously asked, "Ahem, Red Crane, what brings you here?"

Honghe blinked, turned to look at Zhou Ke'er, and tilted her head: "Didn't you tell her?"

Zhou Ke'er stuck out her tongue: "Hey, I forgot."

Sand in her fingers instantly imagined: What? He didn't say anything to her? Are we going to kick her out right now?! No way, no way! At least we should wait until the crisis is over!

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711. Mediation?

"Den"

As the bowls and plates gently tapped against the table, Zhou Ke'er placed the last dish of side dishes on the table.

At this moment, whether it was Ming Mengjing, who had just woken up, or Zhijiansha and Honghe, who were asked by Zhou Ke'er to explain the situation themselves, or even Bolius and Qiao Yixia, who had been standing there dumbfounded for a long time outside the door, they had all already sat down at the dining table.

"Please excuse the poor hospitality."

Zhou Ke'er pulled out a chair and sat down, addressing everyone present.

It's quite ironic that among all the people present, only Zhou Ke'er had any basic cooking skills, so he ended up having to make breakfast himself. Fortunately, he could use the ability to manipulate evil spirits for assistance, which saved him a lot of trouble.

After a pause, Zhou Ke'er added, "If you have anything to tell me, you'd better hurry, because I have to go out today."

Honghe squinted, her tone flat: "I already mentioned this to you yesterday, and I even traveled all the way here overnight. You should at least help me explain things to that guy first..."

Mingmengjing and Zhijiansha exchanged somewhat puzzled glances, wondering what important matter Zhou Ke'er had to discuss. Mingmengjing seemed to have some idea, and after Honghe finished speaking, she asked Zhou Ke'er, "Is there something important you need? Do you need any help?"

"Okay, okay, we'll take care of this now, don't worry. And..."

Zhou Ke'er first gave Honghe a perfunctory answer, then turned to Ming Mengjing, curled her lip, and replied rudely, "Help? Forget it. It's not that I look down on you, but with your strength... I might have to spare some energy to protect you. So save your breath, just stay here obediently and protect the others while you're at it. That's already a huge help."

Ming Mengjing wasn't angry upon hearing this, after all, what Zhou Ke'er said was indeed the truth, and after hearing these words, she could roughly guess what Zhou Ke'er was planning to do later—she probably intended to explore the ancient ruins that had appeared in their city. She was the one who told Zhou Ke'er this information.

Furthermore, since Zhou Ke'er had specifically inquired about the ruins yesterday, Ming Mengjing felt that her guess was probably quite accurate.

However, upon hearing Zhou Ke'er and Honghe's conversation, Qiao Yixia, an ancient relic from the old era, frowned. "I know what you want him to explain for you, but there's nothing to explain. I can see this at a glance. Although I don't know why you've completely lost your past memories and are vehemently denying your identity, there's no doubt that you are Huang Quan, without a doubt."

"Here we go again! Help! I really can't communicate with this stubborn old woman. She won't listen to reason, and she doesn't understand sarcastic remarks. She's completely impervious to reason!"

For once, Honghe broke down, unable to maintain her expressionless demeanor any longer. She looked at Zhou Ke'er with a furious expression, as if her defenses had been breached, and cried out for help.

Zhou Ke'er spread her hands at her: "You just eat, Dad will figure out the solution."

Then Zhou Ke'er looked at Qiao Yixia, who seemed to want to say something, and spoke before she could: "Actually, this matter is very simple. Since you said that you could tell at a glance and that you think your judgment is correct, it means that you think you have excellent eyesight and that your judgment is accurate, right? However, whether this is true or not remains to be seen."