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

Covered in dust and clearly badly injured, with even an arm missing, Renault suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha, it seems... even you beings don't know everything."

Nyarko was half-annoyed upon hearing this: "That's because that guy Tavel only knows how to slack off—what? Sounds like you have some backup plan? And you need to rely on this guy? Come on, then you can try it out."

Zhou Ke'er suddenly felt a sense of unease: "Hey! What are you guys doing? I still don't understand what's going on... Did you leave a backup plan on me?"

"No, we didn't do anything to you—but you might prefer that we did something."

Renault looked down at Zhou Ke'er: "I'm sorry, this is a necessary sacrifice."

Upon hearing this, Nyarlathotep's clones, including the tall black man and the swollen woman, instantly changed their expressions. "What are you going to do?!"

Just then, a swaying figure struggled to crawl out from a pile of corpses. Zhou Ke'er hadn't even noticed that there was a living person among the corpses.

The figure was none other than Rae—his face could no longer be concealed by the mosaic, but no one would notice anymore.

He struggled to his feet, revealing a sinister grin as he looked up at the figures in mid-air: "You lot, do you really think we're incapable of anything?! As punishment for your contempt, let me teach you a lesson!"

Before those beings could react, Rayle turned his gaze to Zhou Ke'er and shouted at the top of his lungs without hesitation, "Zhou Ke'er!"

Zhou Ke'er was startled when she was suddenly and inexplicably called out, and a bad feeling welled up in her heart.

"Why can you accept the evil baptism without any resistance?!"

"Why should you gain divinity simply by having a so-called believer?!"

"Why did you personally fall into complete chaos and still emerge unscathed?!"

"Why are all the evil gods so friendly towards you?!"

Without hesitation, Rae roared out a series of questions.

Nyarko's eyes widened. "You bastard! Stop talking!"

Rael was spun around by the evil artifact Nyarlathotep casually pulled out by Nyarlathotep, blood splattering all over his body, but he still struggled and shouted, "There's only one answer—"

Shut up!

Nyarko suddenly reached out her hand, and Rael exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, which was then swallowed up by the black mist, leaving not a trace behind.

But soon, Reno continued from where Rieu left off: "Because—Zhou Ke'er! You, you're not human at all! You're just like those guys—you're a clone of Nyarlathotep!"

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872. Wow, so cool!

"You shouldn't have exposed this now; it doesn't benefit any of us. I don't understand why you're doing this—"

Before Zhou Ke'er could react, the Black Pharaoh, who had been silent until now and was also one of Nyarlathotep's avatars, spoke up.

His voice was somber, and his face was hidden beneath a black cloak, making his expression impossible to discern: "We didn't even intend to exterminate you, even after causing us so much trouble. Haven't we been more tolerant than that?"

"Pfft, hahaha! Isn't it a bit too ridiculous for you to say such things to us? It seems you really haven't been involved in your so-called 'games' much. Look—Nyaruko and the Swollen Woman don't spout this kind of nonsense like you."

Renault, who looked extremely disheveled, was now laughing wildly. "So what are you planning to do next? Hmm? Eliminate us all, then erase Zhou Ke'er's memories of these things, and pretend nothing happened to continue your plan?"

"Huh? Is that so? Wasn't I supposed to be an incarnation of Nyarlathotep? Logically, my status should be the same as theirs, right? How come they were able to erase my memories?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but protest loudly—it has to be said that this is Zhou Ke'er after all. If a normal person knew such explosive news, they would probably still be doubting themselves and in a daze, right? But for Zhou Ke'er, after hearing this news, she was only surprised for a moment, and didn't even have much of a reaction—the level of surprise was not as intense as the dissatisfaction she felt after hearing about this unequal treatment.

"That's right, that's right. They should be on equal footing, but they take advantage of being more powerful and knowing more to manipulate you like this, Zhou Ke'er. Isn't it a bit too much for them to say that?"

Renault had completely lost his usual riddle-like demeanor; now he looked like a complete scoundrel. Whether he was deliberately putting on this act or revealing his true nature, he continued to shout and stir up trouble.

"You're talking nonsense! Stop barking like a dog!"

Nyarko angrily shouted, "All you know is these underhanded tricks! What's the point of such self-destructive behavior!"

"To be honest, doing things that harm others without benefiting yourself is quite interesting. I see you guys doing it often."

Zhou Ke'er raised her right hand and answered earnestly, acting as a purely rational and objective person, ready to speak the truth: "By the way, I like it quite a bit too."

To be honest... what her true identity was really not that important to Zhou Ke'er. Even if he was one of Nyarlathotep's incarnations, he only knew this information at the moment. This fact had no impact on his thoughts, past memories, principles of conduct, or anything else that constituted his existence.

Does having another identity make his past seem fake? Besides, even if his past is all fake, as long as it's real in his own experience, isn't that enough? Zhou Ke'er is clearly the kind of person who would swallow the blue pill without hesitation even if she knew she was a brain in a vat.

Moreover… with this identity as a foundation, it means that Zhou Ke'er doesn't even need to fear death anymore, because he doesn't even need to betray or surrender; he's already one of those beings. This is an absolute stunner!

"Judging from your reactions, does that mean what those insects said is true?... You actually did this behind our backs. You should know that this violates the 'rules,' and that you yourselves set those rules, right?"

Just then, a being floating beside the group of Nyarlathotep avatars, its body wrapped in constantly waving tentacles and draped in a tattered yellow robe, its entire body concealed within the robe, spoke. Its voice was deep and indistinct, as if something was writhing within it, "Although this doesn't affect me much—but since you've broken the rules, you must be punished. Wasn't that what we agreed on from the beginning? I'm quite interested in seeing you punished."

"You bastard! That's too much! We're the ones who should be enjoying the show, not you! You're the one who's being weird!"

Upon hearing this, Nyaruko's eyes widened in fright. She glared angrily at the woman in yellow and shouted loudly.

"What Huang Shi said makes sense. The brat who proposed making the rules turned out to be the first to break them—it really wouldn't be right not to punish him."

A faint female voice rang out, revealing a colossal body covered in countless circular suction cups—though it appeared to have shrunk countless times since arriving here, so it only "looked" and "felt" enormous. A huge, milky-white form supported her bony legs, three spines wriggling forward like oars. At first glance, it strangely possessed a certain feminine grace. "But I can't quite remember what the punishment is for breaking the rules? Nyaruko, the rules were made by your leaders, you haven't forgotten, have you? Come and tell us."

Zhou Ke'er, who had been ignored, crossed her legs and began to watch the show.

Anyway, he was happy to see that scumbag Nyaruko get humiliated.

As for Renault, Chen Tian, ​​and the remaining remnants of their army, they did not take this opportunity to escape. Instead, they stayed here, neither like Zhou Ke'er watching the show nor like they were forcibly fixed here by some force. Instead, it seemed as if they were staying to wait for death.

Even if they didn't say it, Zhou Ke'er could probably guess why they did this—although she didn't quite understand the principles, logic, or what they were thinking when they made the plan, their only goal was to ensure that their companions who were planning to escape this world could leave smoothly.

Honestly, do they really trust Zhou Ke'er that much? They actually told her the most important plan, and at the most crucial moment of the plan's execution—using a method that could very well anger Zhou Ke'er to achieve their goal.

They really are pinning all their hopes on the fact that Zhou Ke'er won't reveal their plan.

"Tsk."

Zhou Ke'er clicked her tongue almost imperceptibly, but ultimately remained silent.

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873. There will always be someone...

No, wait... Unless they were influenced by Zhou Ke'er's supposedly lowered intelligence, no matter how much they trusted her, they wouldn't place such crucial hopes on her. In other words, since they made this choice, there must be some basis for it.

Zhou Ke'er herself didn't think she had the ability to make others believe in her so much.

The answer is obvious—trust is unreliable; the only reliable thing is benefit. In other words, for Zhou Ke'er, the benefits of not telling on him would be greater than those of telling him.

However, Zhou Ke'er couldn't understand it—given his current status, what benefits could he possibly need?

Renault noticed Zhou Ke'er glancing at him, and subtly curled the corners of his lips, pointing to the bloodstains on his body without making a sound.

Bloodstains? Blood?

Although Zhou Ke'er felt that Renault was trying to hint at what benefits they could offer, it was still a bit too much of a riddle.

What does this have to do with blood?

Blood... Escape Plan...

Zhou Ke'er frowned slightly, pondering for a long time—if this benefit was directly linked to that plan…

"!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Ke'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration and a bit of understanding—although she felt that the logic behind it was very far-fetched, it seemed that thinking about it this way was quite reasonable.

Blood is red, and "red" refers to the flamingo, which represents Zhou Ke'er's friends. Combined with Renault's plan, it means that they have included Zhou Ke'er's friends in their plan to escape this world.

Is this considered a benefit? Zhou Ke'er seems far too kind-hearted to them.

Despite being called partners, Zhou Ke'er was not at all...

Okay, well, actually I do care a little.

"He wins," Zhou Ke'er said, pursing her lips. Although, theoretically speaking, since he was also an incarnation of Nyarlathotep, protecting a few humans shouldn't be a big problem.

Firstly, he wasn't entirely sure what he would encounter—after all, it was possible to have his memories erased and be thrown back—in which case he would be helpless. Secondly… simply protecting them and letting them eke out a living in this world completely controlled and manipulated by these beings didn't seem to make much sense; it would be better to let them start a new life in another world.

Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ke'er could understand why that guy Rayle, who was doing so well as a traitor and a lackey, suddenly returned to Renault's camp and died a heroic death—the reason was probably similar to Zhou Ke'er's.

"Hey! Don't be in such a hurry! I know! We'll definitely be punished, but there's no need to rush, is there? Shouldn't we deal with these guys in front of us first?"

Nyarko, who was being attacked and ridiculed by the other evil gods, quickly changed the subject and shifted the blame, saying, "These guys not only took advantage of my inattention to attack the God Academy, but they also turned the students inside and broke through all the way here, causing immeasurable damage to my territory. I think we should deal with them first!"

However, not far from her, a huge, rust-red sphere with a single, enormous, blood-red eye spoke up: "They brought destruction! I like it! And it didn't harm my territory. I don't think it's necessary to kill them all."

"But the destruction it brought was brought to my territory!"

Nyarko puffed out her cheeks in anger, "Gheros! How can you have no empathy at all?"

"This is all because you, Nyaruko, went too far. Besides, I just checked our 'rules,' and it seems their actions weren't considered a violation. So, there's no reason to punish them, is there?"

A pillar of green flame also spoke from nowhere: "Instead of dealing with those who didn't break the rules, shouldn't we deal with some of the rule-breakers first?"

"Waaaaah! You're all bullying me!"

Nyarko immediately started throwing a tantrum, screaming, "I don't care, I don't care!"

The tall, dark-skinned man reached out and grabbed Nyaruko by the back of her collar with a helpless expression. He sighed and said, "Stop making a scene. We'll all be punished along with you. What's the point of making a scene? Whatever happens to those people, you should think about how you're going to deal with Zhou Ke'er first."

Zhou Ke'er, who was watching the drama unfold, was suddenly called upon and pointed at herself: "Deal with me? What do you mean? You're really planning to erase my memory? That doesn't make sense."

Hearing Zhou Ke'er's question, the Black Pharaoh explained, "No, Nyarlathotep doesn't have the authority to deal with you. Now that you know what kind of being you are, we are all equals. However, why you were created in the first place, and how to deal with your existence afterward—that's what the original body needs to consider. After all, we are just incarnations."

"Oh? This was actually planned by Nyarlathotep himself? I thought it was Nyarlathotep who caused all this trouble on his own."

Not far from Nyarlathotep, a young, charming woman with delicate features chuckled and said, "I thought that after Nyarlathotep transformed into Nyarlathotep, he would calm down a bit. But it seems that experience truly matters. His personality hasn't changed at all. He set the rules himself, and now he's leading the way in breaking them. That's typical of him."

"Exactly! You all think that every time I was put in solitary confinement before, all those so-called troubles I caused were actually my doing?! I was the one who took the blame for the real me many times! You'd better keep your eyes open when you arrest me next time, and figure out who the real culprit is!"

Nyarko quickly chimed in with her own sarcastic remark.

A hybrid of hemispheres, gleaming metal sheets, and small plastic cylinders hummed, "So, all that fuss and calling us all here was for this little rubbish? Nyarlathotep has been causing trouble for ages, isn't he used to it yet? Let Nyarlathotep lock himself up whenever he wants. I'm tired, I'm going back."

After saying that, he quickly disappeared from the spot.

His words resonated with many evil gods, who echoed his sentiments and, as was customary, condemned Nyarlathotep before returning to their own homes.

Soon, only Nyarlathotep's avatars, Reno and others, and an innocent Zhou Ke'er remained at the scene.

However, Nyarlathotep's true form has still not appeared.

Maybe He's already locked up in solitary confinement, so he can't get out at all. Zhou Ke'er thought to herself maliciously.

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