I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

In other words, as long as the cat doesn't want to play with the mouse, the mouse will have no chance. When Duke doesn't want to argue with Talia, he can simply destroy his clothes and leave this world, right?

As for what will happen to Xinghua and Xingyin after Duke leaves? Who cares... If all else fails, just find a way to rescue them, including the caravan members, and take them all out with them, right?

Duke is a good person, but not a saint; he can only guarantee to save those he can see in front of him.

Once he comes to his own understanding, no one can morally blackmail him, especially those who find amusement in the mute.

"Xiao Hei, stay away from me from now on. If there is any danger, you should avoid it yourself."

Duke casually gave instructions to the kitten on his shoulder, then took out an item from his inventory.

[Item Name: Displaced Coordinates]

[Item Description: An experienced space traveler discovered a strange phenomenon: in this alternate dimension, the actual coordinates and the location perceived by humans always seem to misalign at irregular intervals. Therefore, she extracted the concept of this alternate dimension and condensed it into this small toy.]

[Item Effect: Causes spatial coordinates to shift.]

Misaligned coordinates is a reward Duke received from Amber's [Intimacy] affinity.

At the same time, it is the most powerful magical artifact Duke has ever obtained, bar none!

It looks like a cross medal and can be easily handled by Duke. It is also very easy to use; as long as you can sense the spatial coordinates, you can use this item freely.

However, Duke certainly couldn't do such a thing. Not only could he not do it, but among all the witches he knew, only Amber could.

Amber is a true genius.

Throughout the thousand-year history of the Floating City, there was only one witch who could be called the "Witch of Space." Before her fall, she was a legendary spellcaster and one of the strongest witches in the Floating City. A thousand years later, the only one who has the hope of inheriting the mantle of the Witch of Space is Amber.

Their terrifyingly acute sense of space, their seemingly innate ability to traverse dimensions, and their instinctive control over space.

Amber is a natural spatial manipulator; her talent is enough to leave even the most "mediocre" spellcasters in awe.

Of course, using misaligned coordinates doesn't require Amber's level of spatial abilities, but the requirements for using it are also beyond the capabilities of a mediocre spellcaster like Duke. He had sought Amber's help when testing items in the floating city, but she wasn't here at the moment.

Fortunately, Duke also knew a great spellcaster who was not a witch, and he could even carry her with him.

"Megan, please help me."

As Duke called, the saint awoke from the lucky dagger.

Megan took the misaligned coordinates from Duke, yawned elegantly, and then said in a somewhat resentful voice, "Isn't it time to pay some compensation, my 'master'? When will my body finally start working?"

"...I...I'll go back and walk right into Annie's trap!"

Duke wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

He felt that if he told Megan he had completely forgotten about it... she would be furious, throw the misaligned coordinates on the ground, and angrily go back to sleep.

Chapter 108 A Born Player

"...I...I'll go back and walk right into Annie's trap!"

Megan nodded, clearly very satisfied with Duke's attitude. Having received Duke's promise, she held the misaligned coordinates in her hand, glanced up at the huge monster in clothes, a hint of disdain in her eyes, and casually asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Duke snapped his fingers and pointed upwards.

"understood."

Without Duke needing to say anything more, Megan nodded. This situation was already part of the contingency plan that Duke had explained to her. So, she stood silently behind Duke, holding the cross-shaped misaligned coordinates.

The little black creature on his shoulder stared in surprise at Megan, who had suddenly appeared. It was a spiritual elemental being and could naturally see the saint in her soul state. It waved its paws at her and meowed to greet her.

Hello, cute little kitten.

Megan replied with a grin, reaching out to symbolically touch Little Black. The ghost and the cat seemed completely unfazed by the tension, and their cheerful atmosphere affected Duke as well, making him relax as well. He smiled and looked up at the enormous monster, his right hand resting on his left chest.

Xingyin warned him to "be careful of your chest".

Duke isn't a woman, so he doesn't have the soft breasts that would make all men swoon and dream of their childhood. Although, in terms of chest size, his pectoral muscles might be bigger than some steel-plate Guangbao... cough, let's not torture Guangbao for now.

The only thing on Duke's chest that caught Talia's attention was the three lines of musical score—the "Requiem for the Soul."

"Could it be that she knows what this thing is for?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Amber Brothers, Amber Brothers!" Tom, who had just been chased miserably by the monster in the clothes, arrived at Duke's side, panting. He glanced at the saintly soul beside Duke with some surprise. This gossip editor, with his excellent professional skills, immediately thought of a certain urban legend that had just become popular in the floating city. But with the important matter at hand, he anxiously grabbed Duke's clothes. "Let's run away quickly! How can we possibly defeat this kind of monster?"

"Why can't we beat them?"

Duke gave him a strange look.

"How could we possibly win?! Even a hero-level professional wouldn't be a match for such an existence, let alone in such a bizarre world." Tom couldn't understand Duke's calm at all. He said excitedly, "Let's retreat first. We'll have a chance to clear the game sooner or later."

"Tom, your vision is still too narrow." Duke shook his head and looked at the monster that was holding up a ten-meter-long single blade of scissors. "First of all, if there were really a hero-level professional present, it would be very easy to deal with this thing that is all show and no substance."

Even without the Radiant Witch, a humanoid strategic weapon who dares to provoke both Titans and dragons, appearing at the same time, Bane alone would be enough to defeat this monster in clothes.

"Secondly, we are not without ways to fight. In fact, in the world of this witch game, the strange and unusual rules of other dimensions are often our most powerful helpers. We do have a natural disadvantage in strength, but by studying the rules of the game, we can always find a way to pass the level."

Tom looked at Duke in front of him. In the past, Duke would just coast along when participating in the witch games, not seeking merit but only hoping to survive. He would memorize what he saw in the games and write news articles about it later. Suddenly, he realized why his contribution ranking could never go up.

The quality of players also varies.

The man in front of me is a born player.

"Finally, believe me, I am the epitome of miracles."

As he spoke, Duke extended his right hand towards the monster, spreading his fingers and then slowly clenching them, as if taunting the monster before him. This enraged the monster, which gripped its single, massive scissors tightly with both hands and slashed heavily at Duke. To Tom, this strike was like the sky collapsing and a meteorite falling; the visual impact of the ten-meter-long blade striking him made him tremble all over.

But Tom didn't run away. He instinctively wanted to trust the man, and he wanted to believe that this was not a desperate situation for Duke at all.

And that is indeed the case.

Duke's outstretched right hand stopped the blade from falling. No, the blade's fall wasn't stopped, but after crossing a certain line, the blade of the single large scissor appeared at another point in space.

A dazzling flash of light tore open the clothes of the monster's own body.

"—"

A deafening scream rang out, and the monster collapsed with a crash. The naked caravan members were spat out by the monster and fell to the ground one by one, while the monster itself was cut in two by the invincible giant shears and entered a state of collapse. The single giant shears instantly shrank back to its original shape and landed in front of Duke.

"In the very end, if we don't defeat this monster, we won't have any hope of clearing the game. Without that single piece of scissors, it's even more impossible to clear the game."

He picked up the single-edged scissors, slung them over his shoulder, smacked his lips, and casually remarked.

After Duke made the monster kill itself by using the misaligned coordinates, he waved for Megan to return to the Lucky Dagger to rest, and he also put the misaligned coordinates back into his inventory. He then prepared to call Tom, who was almost scared to death, to go and find the Starflower and Starsound sisters.

Just then, Duke felt a strong drowsiness. Under the influence of this drowsiness, his brain suddenly felt drowsy, and he entered a half-awake state. Although this drowsiness only lasted for a moment, it was this moment that caused Duke to miss the best opportunity to react.

A single-edged sword woven from silk threads appeared before him, aimed directly at Duke's chest, and the person wielding this sword... was wearing a magnificent evening gown.

Talia!

Duke watched helplessly as the tip of the knife drew ever closer to him.

The little black creature on his shoulder had also fallen asleep. Its shadow abilities made it extremely adept at escaping, and it was clear that Talia was keeping a close watch on it. Megan had just returned to the Lucky Dagger, and it would be too late to call her out now. The only person Talia had overlooked was the weak and virtually invisible Tom.

But what Talia didn't expect was that the person who thwarted this assassination attempt was none other than Tom, whom she had overlooked.

He was right next to Duke and almost instinctively pushed him away, but he pushed too hard and lost his balance. His slightly tilted body became the target of the knife.

This time, the knife was plunged into Tom's chest.

His clothes burst open instantly, but before the floating city could pull him back, the weapon made of silk threads wrapped around Tom's body.

"whispering sound."

Talia clicked her tongue, unhesitatingly abandoned her single-handed attack, dodged Duke's counterattack with the neon "sheep transformation," and disappeared from Duke's sight. The latter showed no intention of giving chase, instead quickly looking at the fallen Tom:

"Tom? Tom!"

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Summary:

The master of Fuxing Peak is a legendary figure of the Penglai Immortal Sect.

She possesses extremely bizarre reverse opportunities and is unbelievably unlucky—she gets water stuck in her teeth, falls into pits while walking, gets struck by lightning before a fight, disturbs ancient monsters that have been sleeping for hundreds of years when exploring secret caves, and is even rumored to have been hit by meteorites more than once. She can be described as turning good fortune into misfortune and defying the heavens.

Fictional myths, grand gatherings of immortals, the demonic calamity of the Western Paradise... she would be present for almost every major event in the cultivation world for inexplicable reasons, and would unwittingly become involved, forced to become a great hero who resolved crises in the cultivation world time and time again.

Shen Mu, the only disciple of the Master of Fuxing Peak and known for his "respect for teachers and the Way," gave an interview in which he stated that he needed to clarify: this is not a rumor. He then proceeded to make a series of outrageous statements, such as:

"Her luck is off the charts; I admire her for living this long."

"Without my useless master, he would probably starve to death today."

"If she weren't so pretty, I would have stopped caring about her a long time ago."

It is reported that on that night, the master and disciple of Fuxing Peak, who were known for their kindness and filial piety, turned against each other and fought.

Chapter 109 These are clothes only smart people can see

"Tom? Tom!"

Duke reached out to help the fallen Tom to his feet. His clothes were torn to shreds by Talia's sneak attack, but the silk-threaded dagger was still wrapped around Tom's body. Duke quickly tried to tear the threads apart; they were surprisingly fragile, and he easily ripped them apart.

"Tom, can you hear me?"

Tom looked at Duke with a blank expression. He hadn't fainted from Talia's blow and remained conscious, but his eyes were filled with confusion. He asked a question that startled Duke:

"Who are you? Who...who am I?"

"You're Tom, and you don't remember anything?" Duke asked impatiently. "How much can you remember?"

"I...I'm Tom, yes, I'm Tom." Tom clutched his head. He wasn't injured, but he was in a state of confusion. Although he finally remembered who he was, he couldn't recall anything else. "Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here..."

Before Tom could finish speaking, he abruptly disappeared from Duke's sight.

Duke silently rose, sensing the magical fluctuations of spatial transformation. He knew Tom had been sent back to the floating city. He clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fixed on the direction Natalia had left in:

"Is me your target, Talia?"

He first learned of the existence of the Mute Ones from a saint in the Candy Castle game, but according to Megan herself, she had been out of the organization for many years and had presumably been expelled from the Mute Ones. Therefore, Duke's first real confrontation with the Mute Ones was at the Casino Tower.

That time, they went to great lengths and laid out a grand scheme in an attempt to assassinate Cecil in the extreme environment of the Casino Tower.

If Duke hadn't followed him in, Guangbao would most likely have already fallen victim to the assassination attempt by the mute.