I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

Before N could run more than a few steps, vines wrapped around his ankles like venomous snakes, pulling him violently to the ground.

The vines slowly tightened, dragging the struggling N back like luggage.

This red-named NPC is really good at running away.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore?" Zhu Yu squatted down, poked N's pale face, and smiled like a villainous boss, full of sarcasm. "This wouldn't happen to be your 'ultimate move,' would it?"

Are you kidding me? It's attacking the player's squad?

1v1 is barely watchable, but 1v3? What was this NPC thinking?

"Ah—" N fell and his face was covered in blood. He sat up in pain.

At this moment, he was only a step away from Zhu Yu. Completely under her control, he was finally able to take a closer look at the girl who had disrupted all his plans.

His gaze swept over her eyebrows and eyes, and some fragments of his memory suddenly flashed back. When he met the girl's dark eyes—like the surface of a frozen lake, clear but without any warmth, without the fluctuations that a human should have, only a precise and cold scrutiny, like a machine scanning a defective weapon.

The moment my gaze swept across, the air seemed to freeze into blades, cutting painfully into my soul.

There was no anger, no hatred, not even contempt—only pure, almost divine indifference, making one wonder if a so-called "soul" truly existed beneath this physical form.

So, as long as you meet eyes that seem to have your very soul laid bare—

A tender little face suddenly surfaced in my long-forgotten memories.

N suddenly stared intently at Zhu Yu's face, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Wait... this face..."

*

Meanwhile, Verlaine and Chuuya were entangled with the skeleton. It was extremely fast and its attack trajectory was tricky. In addition, the three of them had the same superpower, so they were locked in a stalemate for a time.

"Even in death, there is no peace..." Verlaine murmured softly, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible complex emotion.

Chuuya keenly sensed Verlaine's unusual behavior, frowned, and dodged the attack without saying a word.

Or rather, his feelings at that moment were actually the same as Verlaine's.

Death is not the end in this graveyard of experimental subjects; even the soul will be squeezed for its last drop of value.

Verlaine remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the skeleton that had been experimentally modified. The skeleton was small, suggesting that the person had not lived long. The rough marks on the skeleton seemed to be silently telling a story of suffering.

As someone who was also created by humans and used as a tool, he understands this sorrow better than anyone else.

“At least…” He took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening as he looked at the conduit connected to the skeleton behind him—the key to transmitting commands and providing power. “Rest in peace.”

He removed the catheter.

The skeleton stood motionless, the cracks left by the attack on its body widening and emitting a slight cracking sound, as if it had finally been freed from heavy shackles. Almost instantly, it turned into white fragments and scattered on the ground.

*

N was breathing rapidly, his lips trembling so much that he could barely utter a complete sentence.

"Impossible...you're clearly dead!"

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, and his eyes were fixed on her face with terror, as if trying to find any trace of fabrication.

Although he was not in charge of the "God Creation Project," the "God Creation Project" and the "Wild Tyrant Project" were closely related, and both were conducted at this experimental base by the military.

As the person in charge of the "Wild Tyrant Project", N frequently communicates with the person in charge of the experimental project of the "God Creation Project".

He had met Jia 201, and naturally witnessed the rise and fall of the "deification plan" because of Jia 201.

Even after Jia Erling No. 1 was declared dead, he still took her into his own hands.

There was a subtle supernatural reaction between Kou 201 and the Arahabaki test subject. At that time, the Arahabaki test subject's supernatural ability was unstable and it seemed that a riot was about to occur.

N is a researcher with a thirst for knowledge. Seeing that Jia 201 had been abandoned by the original experimental group, he naturally would not let go of the opportunity to study her—even though she was dead.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get close to her at all.

Although she had stopped breathing, a mysterious power always lingered around her, resisting the approach of outsiders.

Of course, even when Jia 201 was still alive, she appeared completely devoid of emotion. Her eyes were empty and clear, reflecting everything but revealing nothing of herself, like a puppet-like shell walking among humans.

Perhaps, she was never truly alive.

N thought to himself, placing her next to the Araba-to test subject. Watching her quietly close her eyes, he always had the illusion that she had simply fallen asleep.

What would it feel like if someone you thought had been dead for many years suddenly stood in front of you?

N's fingertips were trembling.

He couldn't believe his eyes—the 20th Division Chief, who should have disappeared along with the glory of the "God-Making Project," was now standing perfectly intact in front of him.

No, it's not just intact.

With a slight lift of her fingertips, countless plants would transform into her charging soldiers. N had no doubt that with just a thought from her, her body would be instantly shredded into blood and gore by her vines.

Fear gnawed at his spine like a venomous snake, but at the same time, another, more intense emotion pounded wildly in his chest—

"It's too perfect..." he murmured unconsciously, his fingertips trembling slightly with excitement.

Zhu Yu watched in disbelief as the NPC before her descended into a frenzied state, her pupils dilating in shock—

No, this NPC looks a bit weird...

Is the researcher's SAN value really that low?

To be honest, she had put up with this NPC's antics for a long time. Since he was already a red-named player, she might as well give him a good beating.

The restless desire in my heart was easily visualized: for a moment, the vines were excitedly waving in the air.

N belatedly realized that he was still a prisoner, and trembled as he shrank back: "Wait, don't you want to know about your situation?"

"—A20, number one!" he shouted.

N stared at the thorns that had suddenly sprouted on the floor, just an inch from his throat, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

It can only be said that at the critical moment, the system notification sound saved his life.

Zhu Yu hated these riddle-solving NPCs the most. Just as she was about to unleash a normal attack, she saw—

Chapter 103 The Eyes Are Dead

The system notification indicates that the progress of the "Mystery of My Origins" side quest has jumped up.

With Rimbaud's information, this side quest was almost complete.

It seems that the person in front of me is indeed the key to the mission.

Zhu Yu deactivated her supernatural power and urged, "Speak quickly."

N observed her reaction and, seeing that she had no intention of attacking again, quickly made a request: "If I die, you will never be able to find your true past... including 'who you really are,' so you have to guarantee my safety."

"And we can't have any outsiders present when we talk."

At this moment, Chuuya and Verlaine had finished their battle and were walking towards them.

As they approached, Zhong heard N request to speak with Zhu Yu alone.

They had agreed to cooperate, but N's malicious actions completely eroded his trust in N, and he immediately became wary upon hearing this.

"What trick are you trying to pull now?" Chuuya Nakahara's gaze was fixed on N, his voice as cold as ice: "Don't even think about making a move on her."

When N saw the two arrive, his eyes darted around, and he immediately adopted a confident posture: "We have already reached an agreement."

Chuuya frowned, stepped forward, and stood in front of Zhu Yu: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm just trying to survive." N raised his hands in surrender, deliberately drawing out his words as he looked at Zhu Yu: "Don't forget our agreement, you have to protect my safety."

Zhu Yu remained silent. What a smug NPC! What to do? My hands are itching to do this.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and tell me." Zhu Yu gave a perfunctory reply and urged her again.

Urgent! Players are in a hurry to complete the task.

At N's repeated requests, Zhu Yu reluctantly found an empty room to talk to N.

"Alright, you can tell me now."

Zhu Yu crossed her arms and stared coldly at the red name above his head.

Sigh, players really sacrifice too much for the quests, otherwise, how could they tolerate red-named players jumping around in front of them for so long?

Once out of Verlaine's sight, N finally relaxed a bit, forcing a fake smile: "Actually, you're an experimental subject of the 'God-Making Project,' codename..."

......

He said most of the content that was already in the materials given by Rimbaud. The task completion rate only jumped a little bit. Even when N was almost finished speaking, there was still a small part of the progress bar left.

"That's all I know. Although you may not remember, I am indeed a good friend of your father. You can call me uncle, child."

N suddenly changed his expression, adopting a warm and affectionate demeanor, vividly demonstrating what it means to change one's face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Zhu Yu: ???

What the hell?

Zhu Yu was stunned for three seconds by N's sudden remark.

Another uncle has appeared?

"That's it?" Zhu Yu's forehead was practically covered in a huge question mark.

She completely ignored the NPC's nonsense and instead focused on whether he had explained everything he needed to, otherwise why hadn't the quest shown as complete?

“Don’t be in such a hurry, child… Your father and I are old acquaintances.” N deliberately softened his voice, as if trying to close the distance. “Back then, he participated in the ‘God-Making Project,’ and we even drank together… He often mentioned you.”

Zhu Yu: ...No way, no way, they're not really going to give the player a father figure, are they?

"My father?" Her voice was calm, but upon closer inspection, her eyes were lifeless.

N didn't look closely at her expression and immediately nodded, his tone even carrying a hint of nostalgia: "Yes... he was a genius researcher, but unfortunately, he had an 'accident' later."

He sighed and shook his head, saying, "If he were still alive, he would be very pleased to see how strong you are now."

As he spoke, he abruptly changed the subject, finally revealing his true intentions: "Of course! We can talk about these things later. We have a common enemy now—Verlaine! He is the real threat!"

“We can cooperate. I can help you completely control your multiple superpowers, and all you need to do is kill Chuuya Nakahara or Verlaine—”

Without Chuuya Nakahara, Verlaine would leave Yokohama, or Verlaine could be eliminated at the root, thus ensuring his safety from the outset.

Seeing that the NPC wasn't going to get back to the main point, but instead started urging the player to kill Chuuya and Verlaine, Zhu Yu remained silent for a few seconds, looking the Doctor straight in the eye.

Oh no, the player really got tricked by the NPC...

N tentatively looked up, observing her reaction.

“I know you don’t believe me right now, but given the current situation… we should cooperate.” He lowered his voice, glancing meaningfully towards the door. “Verlaine is the real threat; once he’s out, he’ll kill everyone close to you—”

"Is it all over?"

N was taken aback and nodded subconsciously: "Of course, I've already told you everything I know..."

Zhu Yu stared at him, slowly curving her lips into a smile—a smile devoid of warmth.

Who are you trying to fool?

N's pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second, Zhu Yu gently lifted her fingertip, and vines snaked out, blooming several eerie dark purple flowers. The rich fragrance of the flowers spread, and N suddenly covered his mouth and nose, but it was too late—his eyes gradually became unfocused, and his body uncontrollably relaxed.

She stared at him coldly and gave the order: "Now, tell me the truth."

N's lips trembled, and under the influence of the floral fragrance, her consciousness gradually blurred. Uncontrollably, she blurted out the truth: "You don't actually have parents. You were created by the person in charge of the 'God Creation Project' using technological means. I just... wanted to use you... The experimental data about you is in my encrypted files. I secretly saved it and it wasn't discovered by the military."

His voice grew softer and softer, and after vaguely uttering the location where the documents were stored, he slumped into his chair, completely lost in a state of confusion.

Zhu Yu stood still, activating her superpower with a blank expression.

Then... he beat the other person up.

Players are on the same page with you, and you outsmart them.

As expected, people with red names are unreliable!

Hearing the crackling sounds inside, Verlaine and the others pushed open the door and found N slumped on the floor like a rag doll.

The two: ......

Verlaine went over and checked his pulse. Hmm, he was still alive.