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

874. Perhaps one day, we will meet again (The Finale)

"So, the next question is how to deal with you. Since you've already done this, you should have been prepared for this, right?"

Seeing that everyone else had left, the tall black man first threw Nyarlathotep into the solitary confinement room, and then the black pharaoh spoke in a deep voice to Reno and the others below: "Although we are old friends, I don't know why you did this at this time, but since you did it, the ending is already decided."

Contrary to his usual behavior, Renault's face now displayed an extremely arrogant and disdainful expression. He arrogantly made the universally recognized hand gesture towards the Black Pharaoh: "Old friend my ass! Stop barking! You damned trash—you actually managed to get us to this point, so it seems you're not omnipotent after all! Even if a bunch of us die, there will be thousands more of us. One day, you will be completely overthrown and wiped out by the humans you despise—just you wait, wait in endless fear and trepidation!"

Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes—even at this point, Renault was still solidifying their plan. Clearly, he himself didn't necessarily believe the arrogant words he was uttering—he simply wanted the Black Pharaohs and their ilk to believe that what he was saying was the reason they were taking this action, thus concealing their true plan.

Although Zhou Ke'er didn't like Renault, she had to admit that he was indeed a respectable guy.

Hearing Renault's reply, the Black Pharaoh sighed with disappointment and disdain: "How foolish. I thought that as a species like humans, at least your so-called 'rationality' was something to be praised, but now it seems that was just my misjudgment."

As he spoke, He was about to wave his hand and wipe out Reno and his entire group.

"Remember this: it wasn't you who defeated us and then killed us; we chose to end our own lives."

However, before they could even react, Renault and the others had already unleashed a barrage of weapons at themselves, including Chen Tian, ​​all falling into pools of blood. The scene was spectacular and awe-inspiring; even the Black Pharaoh was stunned for several seconds.

The swollen woman, who had remained silent, squinted at the horrific scene below, her expression hidden behind her fan.

She finally said softly, "I'm tired, I need to go back first. You can handle the rest."

"I didn't originally intend to kill them all."

The Black Pharaoh muttered something under his breath, but only shook his head. Finally, he turned to Zhou Ke'er, his expression softening slightly: "You must have a lot of questions to ask right now, right? But don't rush..."

"Oh, no. I have nothing to ask."

Seeing that it was finally her turn, Zhou Ke'er scratched her head and said, "Rather than asking questions, what I really want to know is—now that I know my identity, shouldn't you give me back the privileges and benefits that are rightfully mine?"

To be honest, this ending was absolutely perfect for Zhou Ke'er. After all, his life goal was simply to be a lazy bum who didn't have to work and could just lie at home eating, drinking, and playing games all day. Now, he realized that he had achieved it perfectly, and his life was complete.

In addition, his friends and partners had already been transferred to a safe world under Renault's plan. Don't ask Zhou Ke'er why he wasn't worried about his family. Just kidding. With the size and status of the Zhou family, they were old Zhengzi Banner members passed down from the old era. Of course, Renault had already included them in the transfer list long ago. Not to mention, in order to firmly bind Zhou Ke'er to the war chariot and prevent him from revealing the real plan, it was clear that even if only a small number of family members could be transferred, at least the family members closely related to Zhou Ke'er would get a spot.

With this, Zhou Ke'er no longer had any worries.

I might feel a little lonely occasionally.

"Ah...this is indeed it..."

The Black Pharaoh hadn't expected Zhou Ke'er's first question to be like this. It had to be said that compared to Nyarlathotep, the Black Pharaoh, although also an avatar of Nyarlathotep, seemed to be more serious. He was momentarily stunned before reacting. "That's certainly how it should be, but I haven't granted the corresponding authority to an existence of equal rank to me. This will have to wait until the main body personally takes action. Until then, you can only wait."

"Oh, so that means I have to wait for the main body to ask me questions, and I have to wait for the main body to give me benefits. So you're all useless? Well then, I'm tired, you may all leave."

Zhou Ke'er pursed her lips, waved her hand dismissively, and gestured for Black Pharaoh to get lost. "Come find me again if you need anything."

Black Pharaoh looked at Zhou Ke'er helplessly, as if he were looking at Nyarlathotep—he had already foreseen that in the future, there would be one more person who could raise his blood pressure and cause trouble everywhere.

He could only grant Zhou Ke'er secondary access first, and then let him do as he pleased.

Zhou Ke'er accepted the permissions, sat down on the ground amidst a pool of blood, and immediately used her permissions to check the situation in the main world.

Long Aotian, who was completely unaware of the situation from beginning to end, was still struggling to defend the city. However, with the help of the group of players brought by Dio, and a small number of players who had recovered their sanity from the evil infection, he was able to temporarily gain a foothold in the main world.

Players in other world regions, while not in as good a situation as Long Aotian, have at least managed to survive.

The riot orchestrated by Renault was like a speck of dust thrown into a lake; it didn't actually have much impact on most players—they were still obliged to follow the existing quests and continue to endure this oppression.

This is probably the helplessness of the weak. Even with a firm will, extraordinary planning, and countless years of preparation and planning, only a very few can ultimately survive in the hands of those who are truly powerful.

But they really did their best. If it were Zhou Ke'er, she might not have been able to achieve this level.

Thus, the story of Renault and Chen Tian came to an end, the final act was written, and Zhou Ke'er's story has turned a new page.

"Ok?"

Just then, Zhou Ke'er paused slightly and checked his permissions—he discovered that a note had been left in the city ruins where he had previously settled Honghe and the others.

As if certain that Zhou Ke'er would definitely go back there, and that it would be before everything else existed, the note was placed openly in the center of the ground of a cleaned-up house.

The writing on it was in Honghe's handwriting:

"Perhaps one day, we will meet again."

Zhou Ke'er's lips curled up almost imperceptibly—it seems there are still things to look forward to in the future.

(End of the book)