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

Fei Ke's expression turned cold. Now that her true colors had been discovered, there was no need to continue pretending. She narrowed her eyes, staring at Luo Ye with the gaze of a venomous snake poised to strike its prey, and gave a standard cannon fodder villain's reply: "I didn't ask you to do this. This is entirely your own wishful thinking. Betrayal? I've never been your ally, so how can it be called betrayal?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Zhou Ke'er's wild laughter forcefully interrupted the conversation: "So humans are really interesting!"

Fei Ke knew that no matter what excuse she made, she could not clear her name of what she had just done, so she simply stopped pretending. Because of this, she was now in a completely disadvantageous position. If, as she guessed, Zhou Ke'er and Luo Ye were in cahoots, then she had no chance of survival.

The only hope is that the two of them are not actually united, but rather, as Roye initially showed, in a relationship of mutual wariness. In that case, she might still have a chance to take advantage of the situation and protect herself.

What she didn't expect was that at the same time, Luo Ye couldn't help but feel extremely worried about her own safety—because from her perspective, Fei Ke and Zhou Ke'er were actually in cahoots. Originally, she thought Fei Ke was being deceived or coerced by Zhou Ke'er because she saw that Fei Ke looked innocent and harmless, so she stepped forward to warn her—but she didn't expect that Fei Ke's true colors were like this. She was obviously a perfect match for the terrifying Zhou Ke'er, no wonder they were companions in the same room.

But now that she's trapped in their encirclement, isn't she facing a life-or-death situation?!

Fike glanced at the hooded monster on the ground, its head already chopped into pieces, and a wave of nausea mixed with fear washed over her, almost making her gag again.

"Heave-ho."

Zhou Ke'er hoisted the giant axe onto her shoulder, waved to the two of them, and said, "Thanks for the hospitality. Now I'm off to find some other fun. See you next time, bye-bye~"

It's not enough to just fleece one or two people relentlessly. Even if you don't fleece them to death, it will eventually lead to aesthetic fatigue.

Zhou Ke'er decided to pursue sustainable short-sightedness, so after having a good time, she planned to let them take a break and come back to continue appreciating the products later.

"?!?!" At this moment, 75Z** Zhang Si

Upon hearing this, both Fei Ke and Luo Ye stared at Zhou Ke'er in disbelief—Zhou Ke'er's actions had indeed taken them by surprise.

What? After all that commotion, you're already planning to run away? How can there be such a person in the world?!

"But this is a good thing!" — Rose and Fike.

That way, you don't have to worry about the other party having an extra helper!

As soon as Zhou Ke'er left the room and turned the corner, Fei Ke grabbed a cushion from the sofa next to her and threw it hard at Luo Ye's head. Then, she rushed forward, bent down, and lunged to push Luo Ye to the ground.

Luo Ye also intended to make a move, but her reaction was not as fast as Fei Ke's. In addition, her position meant that she had to turn her head to see if Zhou Ke'er had left, which caused her to lose the initiative.

However, she was not a pitiful creature to be manipulated at will. She quickly reacted and dodged the cushion, then took a step back and fell backward, trying to throw Fei Ke, who was holding her, behind her with the momentum.

Soon, the two were wrestling and entangled in a tangled mess.

What they didn't expect—or rather, what they didn't have time to notice—was that Zhou Ke'er hadn't actually left at all, but was standing at the door secretly peeking at the scene inside.

after all……

Who wouldn't enjoy watching girls fight?

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Zhou Ke'er caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing past at the end of the porch.

Given his heightened senses, it's impossible for him to be mistaken. Therefore, someone, or something, must have passed by there.

Zhou Ke'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then immediately carried the axe and walked over there. Soon she arrived at the end of the porch and was about to turn the corner when she suddenly took a step back and slammed her left fist into the air in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, as if deliberately trying to run into Zhou Ke'er's fist, a figure suddenly darted out from the shadows around the corner and lunged at Zhou Ke'er, only to have its head collide squarely with the fist that Zhou Ke'er was throwing with all her might.

"Bang!" (The word "forced sacrifice" is unclear and likely refers to a specific act or procedure.)

With a muffled thud, the figure fell to the ground swiftly and decisively, motionless.

Zhou Ke'er squatted down and looked him over, only to find that the guy was wearing a black bracelet on his wrist. Zhou Ke'er had a good memory and could not possibly forget what had just happened. The butler-like guy seemed to want him to wear this thing too, as if it was something that contestants who broke the rules should wear.

But what is its purpose?

Zhou Ke'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then raised her axe and brought it down. The man on the ground was immediately separated from his body, and the hand with the black ring was severed at the root.

"Ah!"

The intense pain immediately brought the man, who had been in a brief coma, back to reality, and he instinctively screamed in agony.

But after only a few cries, it was as if something had choked him, and his entire being suddenly began to undergo some kind of strange change…

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781. The Strange Man in the Castle (Part Twelve)

"Oh?"

Zhou Ke'er raised her eyebrows. This kind of change looked somewhat like being corrupted by evil, but she couldn't feel any trace of evil.

Is it some special situation that arises within the context of this module?

Judging from the appearance, the black ring seems to be a special tool used to suppress this mutation—but it could also be the culprit that triggered this mutation. Without more samples, it is difficult to distinguish which possibility it is.

Zhou Ke'er bent down and took the black ring off her severed arm, stuffed it into her pocket, and then looked at the figure again.

But then the man's face contorted as if in a spasm, revealing a ferocious and twisted expression. Starting from the severed arm, it was gradually being corroded by a pitch-black color. The areas stained with the black began to appear in a state of flickering light and shadow, as if they were shimmering and disappearing.

Meanwhile, the parts that had not yet been invaded by darkness gradually turned pale, and bluish-black veins, like mud, kept appearing on the skin.

Zhou Ke'er tilted her head and thought for a moment, then took the black ring out of her pocket and put it on the guy's other surviving hand.

Then, something shocking happened—as if the screen had malfunctioned, it began to flicker in stripes. The body, which had been mostly consumed by darkness, gradually returned to normal under the flickering light. The darkness gradually faded, and the color of the meridians on the skin gradually lightened.

Could it be considered a suppressor? But we can't guarantee that wearing this thing didn't trigger this mutation. If violating the rules causes mutations, and wearing the black ring is to suppress them—while that sounds plausible, Zhou Ke'er has violated countless rules, and she's still fine, isn't she?

Thinking this, Zhou Ke'er reached out and took off the black ring she had put on that guy, then put it in her pocket.

Leaving behind this poor creature that was starting to mutate again, Zhou Ke'er was too lazy to see what he would eventually become—if it were a flamingo, she would probably have observed him closely until the end, but Zhou Ke'er's interest came and went quickly, and she soon lost interest in the guy—so she carried the axe and continued walking forward.

Clang!

However, just then, a slight metallic clanging sound came from behind, and Zhou Ke'er subconsciously looked over.

A young-looking man gripped a sword he had somehow managed to pluck from the wall, glaring at Zhou Ke'er: "Toying with other people's lives is unforgivable!"

"?"

A big question mark appeared on Zhou Ke'er's forehead as she looked the guy up and down—he didn't seem to be a monster that came with this castle, but rather a contestant, right? What on earth was he talking about?

Seeing Zhou Ke'er's puzzled expression, the man's face grew even angrier, and he continued, "I saw it all. You not only killed that poor guy, but you even took off his bracelet—I know that fighting each other in this game is understandable, and I'm not criticizing you for that—but! At least let him die as a human being! Taking off his bracelet, don't you think that's going too far!"

"Oh, I see, I see. Now I understand."

Zhou Ke'er nodded as if she suddenly understood, and stepped back: "Since you've said so, then I'll give it back to him."

The young man was taken aback by how easily Zhou Ke'er had been persuaded and agreed. He was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and stepped aside to let Zhou Ke'er pass. He even seemed a little embarrassed, saying, "Okay...okay. I'm sorry, I was too harsh with my words..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhou Ke'er raised her axe and brought it down heavily, severing the unfortunate man's other hand cleanly at the root.

Zhou Ke'er turned her head and looked at the young man whose face was frozen in shock. She tilted her head and said with a grin, "Hey, sorry~ I accidentally slipped. I'm so sorry, but this guy doesn't have an arm now, so it seems he can't wear this bracelet. What a pity."

"Bastard! You damned, inhuman villain! How could you do such a thing?!"

The young man roared in disbelief. He never expected Zhou Ke'er to do such a thing. Just a moment ago, he had thought that Zhou Ke'er might be a good person and even felt guilty for his harsh tone. But all of that was overturned by Zhou Ke'er herself in an instant. She was an incorrigible villain!

"call out!"

Without further hesitation, the young man thrust his sword fiercely towards Zhou Ke'er, shouting, "Unforgivable!"

"Oh dear, I already told you it was an accident. Why did you hit me like that? Isn't that a bit too much?"

Zhou Ke'er took a few steps back, easily dodging the slightly hasty attack, and then put on an innocent expression, turning the tables on him: "No matter what, even if you suspect that I did it on purpose—it has to be based on the principle of 'whoever makes the claim must prove it,' right? If you suspect that I did it on purpose, you have to provide evidence, otherwise it's a matter of 'innocent until proven guilty.' You can't just say I did it on purpose and then I do it on purpose, can you?"

"you……!"

The young man angrily swung his sword again, immediately showing off his newly learned technique: "I swung my sword at you by accident, I didn't mean to hit you—if you can prove I did it on purpose, then prove it!"

"Isn't that easy?"

Zhou Ke'er dodged the sword again, calmly continuing her sophistry: "After my axe accidentally fell, I realized something was wrong and immediately stopped, so I only swung once. That's 'accidental.' Look at you—you've already attacked me twice. I dodged, but you kept attacking. This clearly goes beyond 'accidental'; it's intentional. In conclusion, the argument is valid: I was unintentional, and you were intentional—you intentionally injured me and are trying to argue your way out of it. You're guilty of a heinous crime!"

Knowing he couldn't win an argument with Zhou Ke'er, the young man gritted his teeth in anger, ignored her words, and continued to thrust his sword forward in silence.

Zhou Ke'er's lips curled up slightly. Suddenly, she turned to the side and slid backward to dodge, revealing the poor wretch behind her who had somehow managed to stand up unsteadily—the one whose arms she had cut off.

"Pfft"

With a clang of a sword, the young man's sword plunged deep into the unfortunate man's body.

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782. The Strange Man in the Castle (Thirteen)

However, to Zhou Ke'er's surprise, the young man opposite her did not show any more anger or panic as she expected. Instead, he showed no other expression, forcefully swung his sword, threw the man he had stabbed aside, and then continued to attack Zhou Ke'er.

As if seeing through Zhou Ke'er's doubts, the young man, while thrusting his sword forward, still had the mind to explain: "I've said before, since I've already participated in this 'game,' I don't think killing for my own sake is such a big wrong. What angers me is that you let him die in such an inhuman way, unable to even maintain his last vestige of human dignity. This is a desecration that even I cannot accept. In fact, ending his life before he completely transforms into a non-human monster is a kind of relief for him."

"Oh...I see."

Zhou Ke'er neither dodged nor flinched, but simply extended two fingers to pinch the tip of the sword, then revealed a thoughtful expression. Although the other party's words had a hint of double standards and an excuse to kill, Zhou Ke'er could genuinely sense that he truly believed it.

Hmm, this guy... seems a bit like Zhang He? But Zhang He would probably be a bit more of a saint.

Because Zhou Ke'er knows she can never become that kind of person, she naturally holds a certain respect for such people—of course, only for saintly figures, not for hypocritical saints.

Just like Zhang He, his beliefs were consistently put into action. He would never ask others to do this or that. When he encountered ugly things or situations where help was needed, he would be the first to step forward.

Although Zhou Ke'er sometimes found it annoying that this guy disrupted her plans, she didn't think he had really done anything wrong; on the contrary, it was indeed the right thing to do in the normal sense.

Ultimately, Zhou Ke'er never intended to kill the guy in front of her—after all, he hadn't even killed Fei Ke, that wicked woman who had tried to assassinate him three times; he had only teased her.

Sigh, there's nothing I can do, Zhou Ke'er is just too kind.

Yawning, Zhou Ke'er seemed somewhat listless. She channeled her inner malevolence into her fingertips, and with a slight effort, snapped the sword tip off. Tossing it aside, she stretched amidst the astonished and incredulous look in the other's eyes, then strode forward, passing right by them. "Boring, boring," she muttered. "Why are they all so serious? A little prank and they all take it seriously… as if I were some kind of heinous villain—though I might actually be."

When the young man first saw that Zhou Ke'er had broken his sword in half with her bare hands, he thought she was going to break his head next. He was surprised that she simply walked past him.

This situation was completely unexpected, but he felt that the other party's initially cheerful mood had suddenly turned somewhat gloomy, and he didn't know what had happened in those few seconds.

In fact, Zhou Ke'er herself was also engaged in somewhat contradictory self-reflection. After her unrestrained venting from the beginning of this module until just now, most of the pent-up frustration in Zhou Ke'er's heart had dissipated, and now she unconsciously began to think about some issues again.

It's a good thing to always reflect on yourself, but it can also be stressful to some extent.

"Ugh, so annoying."

Zhou Ke'er wasn't someone with strong beliefs or deep-seated grievances. She considered herself just an ordinary person, someone you could find anywhere. Naturally, she felt troubled when she sensed some kind of change within herself. This was perfectly normal behavior—in fact, it would have been strange if she had accepted it indifferently.

From this perspective, perhaps the flamingo is more like the protagonist than him.

If possible, Zhou Ke'er would naturally like to play this game as a "game" just like she did at the beginning, without worrying about anything, and doing whatever she wanted all day long, laughing and joking.

But unfortunately, we can't do that now.

Perhaps it's because he still has a small amount of conscience in his heart, comparable to the bottom line of ordinary people.