Knight Asylum

"That's not right. It was a sage who allowed you to be born as a phantom demon," Reid said dimly.

Medusa was stunned, then slowly stood up and looked down at Red with an almost pity-like look.

"Unfortunately, it was not the sage who gave birth to me, but the sage who found me when I was lost and gave me hope and direction."

"Unlike you, who gained great power but was used, deceived, and coerced by a group of weaklings."

Chapter 589: Medusa's Fall

It has been a while since almost all the phantoms in [S·L] were contained. Except for the Phoenix Phantom who was obviously insane, all the other phantoms, even those with muscles on their brains, have understood the current situation, stopped being stubborn, and started to cooperate with Servier Turia.

But Medusa is indeed an exception.

His body had been almost completely exploited from the inside out by those psychopaths of Selvi Turia, but his mouth was still as hard as ever, with no signs of degeneration at all.

And now Red understood what was going on.

Because Medusa has a lofty faith, and this faith comes from redemption.

And judging from what Medusa described...

Well, it looks like I've been fooled.

But there was no way, after all, Medusa was only three years old.

"Eh? Really? But it looks like you've been abandoned now," Red crossed his arms, "Let us first wipe you out so that you can fade from our sight, and then send Gremlin to accomplish his real purpose. I have to say, he is worthy of being a sage. If it weren't for good luck, the Son of Earth would have fallen into the hands of the sage this time."

Medusa's expression twisted instantly.

She wanted to deny Red's abandoned pawn theory in the most vicious tone, but if she denied this sentence, it would be tantamount to denying Red's bragging about the sage. But if she did not deny Red's bragging about the sage, she would have to accept that she was just the sage's abandoned pawn, and the sage really valued Gremlin.

It would be better to die.

But asking her to personally deny other people's boasting about the sage would be no different from death.

Medusa's brain is shutting down.

"Ah, come to think of it, Gremlin's situation does meet the conditions of a real trump card," Red nodded seriously, holding his chin up.

"He always stays out of your mission and has a low sense of presence. We also think Gremlin is extremely dangerous, so we let him get the job done this time."

"The Sage's plan is perfect."

"but……"

Red turned his eyes to Medusa and smiled casually.

"The Sage obviously misjudged Gremlin's ability. Both his ability and his attitude towards work have failed the Sage's trust. If it were you..."

Reid's voice was like a beacon on the foggy sea, lighting up the eyes of Medusa, whose brain had crashed.

Medusa immediately stepped forward and pressed her hands inside her doll costume heavily on Red's chest, her eyes flashing with a hysterical look as if she was on the verge of collapse.

“Yes… yes! If it were me, I would definitely fail! If it were me, I would definitely be able to do better! Why did it have to be this guy Gremlin! I am the only subordinate the Sage can trust! Why did I become a discarded pawn!?”

Red tilted his head, "Is it because you are too obedient to the sage and have not shown the potential for the sage to entrust his great plan to you?"

"Too...obedient?" Medusa was a little confused.

Shouldn't loyalty be a virtue?

"The so-called hidden trump card must have the ability to complete the sage's plan when necessary. You probably never made any comments on the sage's orders. You just do whatever the sage says. You can only complete the sage's orders. Maybe the sage can't imagine that you can complete his plan if something unexpected happens."

"So in the eyes of the wise man, you can only be a loyal subordinate, and the best thing for a loyal subordinate to do is to be abandoned."

Medusa was startled and staggered back a few steps.

"This, this kind of thing..."

Just as Reid said, she never raised any objections to the sage's orders, and even scolded other phantoms loudly when they raised their opinions, constantly emphasizing in front of other phantoms that the sage's orders were everything and they only needed to execute them.

"Put yourself in my shoes. If you were a sage and were carrying out a great plan, and the plan had reached a critical stage where you needed to make a choice, what would you really need?"

Red's eyes rolled, and he raised his fingers and shook them left and right in a helpless manner.

"Is it loyalty that has no possibility of success, or ambition that has countless surprises?"

"I--"

"Blind loyalty will only make you a tool, while ambition will promote the progress of the organization," Red stood up and whispered in Medusa's ear, "Do you want the sage to see you as a tool that can be discarded at any time, or... a trustworthy successor who can entrust everything to you?"

Medusa's pupils trembled wildly.

Reason told her that she must not listen any further, and must not take what Red said seriously, but everything except reason urged her to continue listening.

Only Red in front of her can give her hope to break the despair of being abandoned as a tool.

Medusa lowered her head slowly.

"So? Medusa, what do you want to do...or rather, what do you want to say to me?"

"I will never betray the sage..."

"You don't have to betray the Sage. You just need to get rid of the useless guys who will hinder the Sage's plan, right?"

Medusa's shoulders shook, her hairy arms rose to cover her face, and her breathing began to become heavier.

Reid looked up at the ceiling, the corners of his mouth trembling.

No, you can't laugh yet.

"I am. I will not tell you the Sage's plan."

"Well... as a tool, the sage probably won't tell you what his real plan is."

Medusa raised her head with the last bit of her sanity and tried to use her eyes to make Red retreat, but her move was completely shattered by Red's light remark.

Although Medusa's expression did not change at all, Red could see that Medusa's defense was completely broken and she was now on the verge of falling into evil.

"But you must have guessed it, right? Because the reason you obey the wise man's words is not because you are incompetent, but because you respect the wise man."

"Yes, I just respect the sage!" Medusa grabbed Reid's collar as if she had grabbed the last straw.

"I know, I definitely know what the sage really wants to do! But I won't tell you!"

Medusa came to her senses, pushed Red away with force, and took several steps back to create some distance between them.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. I don't really care what the sage is going to do. Anyway..."

Red smiled and waved to Medusa, then turned and sat down with his back to Medusa.

"It is Gremlin who is helping the Sage now."

Medusa's breathing stagnated. Along with the terrible fact, she was also struck by the feeling of being stagnant as she lost her freedom because she was out of Red's sight.

What should I do?

"help……"

"Huh? What did you just say?"

"Help me! I can do anything!"

Chapter 590: In a duel, someone has to have the last laugh

Red did not agree to Medusa immediately.

If she agreed too quickly, Medusa would inevitably think that she could get help just by asking, so she could do something small.

Although Red was not afraid of Medusa doing something, cleaning up the mess was really a very troublesome thing.

So Medusa has to be left idle at this time, so that she can realize that she needs help from others.

Although it sounds a bit like Huangmao's speech, but...

As he closed the door, Red glanced at Medusa who was standing there motionless.

It’s really easy to handle.

Reid smiled calmly and turned to face Qiao's face.

"stare--"

Red and Qiao looked at each other for less than three seconds, and subconsciously turned his face away. However, before he turned less than fifteen degrees, Qiao pinched his face and turned him back.

"..."

Reid's eyes turned away immediately.

"Wow...that's amazing, the pupils are almost disappearing," Qiao exclaimed.

"Ahem - you, how long have you been listening outside?" Red coughed with emotion.

"Well...it started when I met Guremlin."

"At the very beginning, ah," Red's shoulders slumped, he let out a long breath, and glanced at his watch, "It's only five o'clock now, why did you wake up so early?"

"Do you think I could sleep in that situation? But it looks like you're okay, so I'm going to go back to bed," Qiao let go of Red's face and turned around to wave.

Looking at Qiao's slightly lonely back, Red scratched his face and said, "Qiao, did you guys go out for a walk together before?"

"No, I want to sleep."

Qiao walked into the elevator without looking back, and just as the elevator door closed, Qiao turned around.

"Tomorrow, yes."

The elevator door closed with a clang.

Red blinked, breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled, and stretched.

"Tomorrow?"

There are still a few hours before the day officially begins. Although Red has experienced a lot in one night, he is not sleepy at all. He can even be said to be quite energetic.

After much thought, Red, who felt he had nothing to do, decided to play a few games of Alien.

Although Sengoku Lingma's Date A Live is extremely unreliable, the combat in the Alien game is quite rigorous.

It just so happens that the arena for the foreigners' battle in front of the Zhinao Group building has been completed and will be officially launched at six o'clock today, which is about ten minutes later.

As a qualified competitor in the Alien Game, Reid decided to occupy the arena in front of his home first.

However, Red was not very anxious. Although he had switched jobs to work in a medical institution, Ofinoc's status in society had not changed significantly. In the eyes of the public, Ofinoc was still a weirdo, and at most he had become a good weirdo.

No matter what, those contenders would not run to the gate of Zhinao Group so early in the morning to play the Alien Game.

But in fact, it was Reid who underestimated these contenders.

There is still half an hour before the Alien Battle Arena in front of the Zhinao Group starts. The arena is silent, but it is full of people. With the arena as the boundary, alien game players in red and blue clothing styles are holding the locks in their hands and staring at each other.

As the countdown on the ring gradually approached zero, they began to get agitated, and a strong smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Just then a crisp cough was heard.

"Ahem! Ahem! Here, look here! Ahem—"

The foreign players were startled and turned their heads to look at the same time. In front of the door of the Zhinao Group Building, Red was coughing in a serious manner. When he saw the players looking at him, Red nodded with an apologetic look on his face.

"Everyone, although I'm sorry, the arena here has been reserved by a very powerful union. You can't win, so I suggest that you all go back to bed early."

"A very strong union. Do you know who we are?"

The leader of the red team's alien players raised his eyebrows.

"We are the number one union in the Outlander Contest, the Red Thugs."

"Hmph - you will soon no longer be number one, because it is us, the Blue Stalkers, who will seize this territory!" The leader of the blue alien players standing on the other side of the ring waved his hands and pointed at Reid with an extremely domineering hand.

"So? Which guild are you from? The Green Pure Lover? Or the Yellow Optimus Prime? You can't be the Melancholy Green!"

"..."

No, some of you foreign players don’t know how to give names?

Reid imagined what the area where the Zhinao Group was located would look like with the names of the above unions printed on it.

The picture is so beautiful.

"Hmph - the name of my union..."

Reid's mouth twitched.

The name of his union seemed impossible to pronounce in human language.

"It's okay, you'll know when I win."

Red raised his phone and pointed it at the alien game players of the red thug and the blue stalker.