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A crisp sound rang out on the table.

In the silver goblet, the liquid is bright red and clear, as if there is a leap of flame.

"Karma Fire Flowing Sand."

"I won't tell you the price. I assume you don't have the local currency."

Luster placed the two goblets on the table and wiped his hands with a white handkerchief.

"Generally speaking, I respect my profession. After all, role-playing loses its fun once the rules are broken."

"But today is a special case."

Hiltina did not take the silver goblet, but watched Rast's cocktail performance in silence.

Even though she subconsciously wanted to deny what Last said, the abnormality he showed was obviously beyond the scope of coincidence.

What's more, the other party had indeed predicted her situation correctly. For example, Hiltina really didn't carry a single cent of Deep Blue Port currency on her.

She couldn't find any loopholes in the other party's logic.

"but--"

Hiltina raised her head.

"Even if what you said is true, why would you share your biggest secret, the infinite loop, for no reason?"

"Even if everyone else in this world loses their memories of talking to you due to the so-called reset, you also said that I am the special one who has never appeared in your previous reincarnations."

"This is indeed my biggest secret—"

"But I don't care anymore."

Seeing that Hiltina was unwilling to drink, Rast didn't hesitate and took his own cup.

"I once thought that the endless recurrence of time was a gift from God. I could become a hero, hailed by thousands, showered with flowers, applause, and glory... or a lawless villain, an unforgivable wicked person. It was all a matter of a thought."

"However, this is not a blessing, but the most desperate curse."

Rast looked at the blood-red wine in the goblet.

"No matter what traces you leave in this world, when dusk falls, everything will be erased."

"A jade piece that is carefully carved halfway will return to its original shape the next day."

“Friends who met too late, lovers who were inseparable, will become strangers the next day.”

"Even if you train your body thousands of times, you're still just an ordinary person with no power."

"Even if I wanted to be a makeup artist at the opera house for a while, I had to go to the theater again and again for interviews and listen to the theater owner recite lines that I had already memorized."

"Birth, growth, aging, death... experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, separation, and reunion—this is the beauty unique to human beings, but it has nothing to do with me."

"I am a passer-by in this world. I seem to be omnipotent, but in fact I have nothing. I can leave nothing behind except my memories."

Rast drank the cup of "Infernal Fire Sand" in one gulp: "So——"

"To be able to kill this hopeless, never-ending cycle."

"The price I can pay is far greater than you can imagine... no matter what is blocking my way."

"Mundane laws, concepts of good and evil..."

"Or perhaps, some kind of existence that claims to be God."

Luster's voice was flat.

But when she heard his calm voice, Hiltina found that her body tensed up unconsciously.

This discovery made Hiltina slightly stunned. She was obviously not in the same dimension as the residents of this world, but she became nervous because of the few words of the native in front of her, whether true or false.

Then, Hiltina heard a snapping sound.

A revolver appeared in Last's left hand at some point.

The gun body is silver-white all over, reflecting a cold metallic luster, like an iron moon.

At the same time, Hiltina also looked suddenly in one direction.

It was not where Rast suddenly pulled out his gun, but in a corner hidden in the shadows next to the window.

"As expected of an elite trained by the royal family... His perception is quite good."

A hoarse female voice sounded in the spacious and silent private room.

She was a plump woman, wearing a mask made of black iron, with half of her body hidden in the shadows.

"I just didn't expect that the first thing you did after entering the Night World was to come to a place like this to look for a man."

"Of course, if you want to vent your desires, the night world is indeed a good choice."

“It’s safe, private, and leaves no trace…”

The masked woman looked around and giggled.

Compared to the inexperienced Hiltina, she was more experienced and could see at a glance the role that Rast played here.

The masked woman's gaze lingered on Rast's face for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "I didn't expect there would be such a projection of an indigenous person in the night world. No wonder the eldest lady of Starry University couldn't even care less about her noble dignity."

"It can be regarded as a reward besides the mission."

But the next moment, her gaze stopped on the silver-white gun in Rast's hand.

The originally sweet laugh turned slightly colder: "I don't like toys with thorns."

"Although it's a pity, if we let those guys who play with corpses refine it, there should be other ways to play with it."

"Throw away the gun!"

Hiltina seemed to have noticed something and spoke quickly.

However, her reminder was one step too late.

In the woman's black iron mask, the area where her eyes were originally covered by shadows suddenly lit up with a rose-red light.

Magnificent light and shadow were outlined in her eyes, transforming into a hazy and charming human figure.

Then it spins, dances, and expands.

Until, the gorgeous rose-red light, along with the beautiful and graceful dance, was reflected in Rast's eyes.

"Give me your life."

The soft voice came from afar, yet it carried an irresistible and unquestionable allure.

And it seemed as if he was also bewitched and controlled by this order.

Rast lowered his head like a puppet, and raised the silver-white gun in his left hand stiffly.

Then, he slowly pointed the gun at his temple.

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Chapter 3: Commit Suicide (No Mercy)

"Shadow Sequence."

Hiltina bit her lip.

Silver light gathered at her waist, and in an instant, the light gathered and formed into a silver sword with a crystal-clear texture.

When she picked up the rapier, the hilt gave Hiltina a reliable touch, but her mood was quite heavy.

She thought her exploration of the night world was completely secret, but she didn't expect to be followed in secret.

Moreover, the other party took advantage of the asymmetry in intelligence and launched a sneak attack, using the spirit of words to transform Last into a puppet who would obey their orders and be ready to sacrifice his life at any time.

Even though her mind told Hiltina that Rast was just a projection of the night world, the conversation between the two just now made Hiltina quite concerned about what the boy said about the cycle.

"What's wrong, Miss Hiltina? Are you reluctant to part with this projection you found in the night world?"

"It's okay. As long as you take the initiative to remove your emblem, I will let him go... I can even rewrite his memory and brainwash him into a slave who obeys you in everything."

The charming laughter of the masked woman came from a distance, but it made Hiltina feel even more depressed.

There was no doubt that the opponent's power came from the long stage of the "Shadow" sequence, and judging from his performance, he should have reached the third level.

In the Shadow Sequence, the most basic "Whisperer" can only guide and hint with words, but like just now, only the third-level "Dancer" can simply and crudely complete mental control with just one sentence in a hostile state.

Xiltina took a deep breath, and the distracting thoughts and ripples in her heart subsided in an instant.

The other party was obviously well prepared to target her. The dancer's ability to bewitch her was such that even Hiltina herself could be easily deceived if she lost her mind.

"Tsk, boring little girl."

After realizing that Hiltina ignored her, the masked woman shook her head in boredom.

She continued to stare at Hiltina, without even glancing at Last, but just stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers.

"Kill yourself."

Of course, the masked woman didn't think she could really threaten Hiltina to surrender with just a projection of the night world, even though this native of the night world was indeed very beautiful.

But as long as the suicide of this projection native caused the slightest mental wavering in Hiltina, her goal would be achieved.

The other side.

As the order was given, Last's finger also pulled the trigger of the pistol.

But maybe it's just an illusion.

The moment you pull the trigger.

From the corner of her eye, Hiltina saw Rast, who had been completely hypnotized by the dancer's ability and was like a puppet.

Under the drooping face, a crazy arc was clearly outlined.

……

The next moment.

Click.

Trigger pulled.

The hammer was released, the cylinder rotated, and a white light suddenly appeared from the muzzle.

However, what followed was not the horrific image of white and red splattering and blood and flesh blurred that Hiltina had imagined.

The silver-white revolver did not fire a bullet.

However, as the trigger was pulled, Last's temple seemed to be pierced by something.

An ice-blue light suddenly lit up in his eyes.

boom--

Behind Last, a blurry shadow suddenly materialized, covering the sky outside the window.

It was a tall tower standing on an isolated island, surrounded by a vast ocean with heavy rain and surging waves.

In the background, there is a shadowy figure wearing a black raincoat.

He stood beside the cliff of the isolated island, with the tall tower behind him blurred by the wind, rain and huge waves, and in his right hand he held an oil lamp that looked like a lantern.

The shadow's face was hidden by the hood of the raincoat, making it difficult to see clearly. Only the lantern in his hand became brighter and brighter.

No matter how strong the wind and rain are around, the flickering flame in the lantern remains as bright as before and never wavers.

The voice of the masked woman came from a distance.

It was no longer the charming laughter from before, but a scream of pain and agony.

The light of the lantern was not only reflected on the sky, but also directly reflected into the depths of the masked woman's soul.

Click.

A broken sound sounded.

A crack suddenly appeared on the black iron mask.

Correspondingly, the charming pink in the woman's eyes was shattered in an instant.

Her eyes were dull, and she screamed in pain as bright red blood flowed from her facial features along the black iron mask.

The ability to directly manipulate the minds of others is certainly strange and powerful, but once it backfires, it also means a direct and severe blow to the soul.