Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

If it weren't for the fact that the four B-level players at Base A9, besides Charles, were subtly cooperating, and that Base A4 needed to maintain a certain number of B-level players in order to fight against other Bases... Charles wouldn't have held back against him for daring to provoke him.

He will likely lose his life at the height of his success.

From that moment on, Mullen learned who the true owner of the A9 base was.

Despite his extremely arrogant behavior and unbridled actions within the base, including restarting slavery, seizing all the benefits, and indulging in extreme pleasures, he was actually very wary of Charles.

When faced with a situation that would create a conflict of interest with Charles, he would make concessions immediately.

For example, right now, Charles only slightly expressed his dissatisfaction with his behavior of scavenging for beautiful women, and he immediately arranged a banquet to invite the other party over.

"Don't worry, Charles. We're from the same base, so I know that I can't keep all the benefits to myself."

Maren gave a slightly ingratiating smile and said, "From now on, every month I will select the 10 most beautiful female slaves, train them properly, and send them to your manor. What do you think?"

"Ah."

Charles took a sip of red wine and gave a faint reply.

Looking at the gloomy-faced middle-aged man in front of him, Malen cursed inwardly, but dared not show the slightest disrespect on his face.

He maintained his smile and asked in a low voice, "Are you satisfied with tonight's arrangements?"

Upon hearing this, Charles glanced at the bunny girls sitting on either side of him and scoffed, "Cheap stuff, barely acceptable."

"Well... do you have any specific preferences?" Maren asked.

“You’re still too timid,” Charles cautioned. “What good stuff can you find by just staying in the outer city?”

“You mean…” Maren frowned slightly and shook his head, “Those young ladies in the central city, whose families are backed by three major conglomerates, are a bit of a hot potato.”

"The conglomerates are expanding too much; they're a bunch of unrestrained, despicable bastards."

Charles said casually, "If they keep going like this, the population of this base will be wiped out sooner or later."

"Slow and steady wins the race. It's time to give them a warning and remind them who owns this base."

"Oh?" Maren became interested and said with a smile, "If you're willing to step in, I'll naturally go all out."

He kicked the ball back.

After all, he had a cooperative relationship with the other three B-level players, so he couldn't easily side with Charles on matters of principle.

He was afraid that this scoundrel would discard him after he had served his purpose...

Charles glanced at Mullen and shook his head slightly, saying, "I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, Sector 019 doesn't just have one base, it has ten!"

“Base A1 is high and mighty, and some of the demands they make on us aren’t too unreasonable, so we can ignore them. But the other bases are all potential competitors, and everyone is thinking about swallowing each other up.”

“In this situation, even I need companions. If I’m the only B-rank player left at Base A9… Hmph, the guys at the other bases won’t let go of such a juicy piece of meat.”

"Speaking of the base..." Maren seized the opportunity to ask, "How was our base established in the first place? I mean, the source of the fantasy matter."

"Ha ha……"

Charles chuckled softly, hinting, "Why do you think I should respond to some of A1 Base's demands? What right do they have to order me around?"

"The fantasy substance comes from Base A1?" Maren asked.

"I advise you not to delve too deeply into this matter. Although our A-level player from Division 019 has retired, his strength is still beyond our reach."

As Charles finished speaking, he glanced briefly at the Playboy Bunnies who were serving drinks around him.

Maren immediately understood and laughed, "Don't worry, cheap goods are only good enough for tonight. I'll select better goods to satisfy you later."

"Ah."

Charles nodded slightly.

The female slaves did not understand the cryptic conversation between the two men, nor did they know that they had already been sentenced to death. At this moment, they were still carefully serving the important figures in their eyes.

Charles then got back to the point, saying, "The conglomerate is just an accessory to the players, a disobedient and despicable thing that needs to be taught a lesson. Don't worry, I will make my stance clear and will also support you in practice."

"With your words, I'm naturally relieved," Maren said with a smile. "I've been wanting to catch a bunch of those arrogant young ladies for a while now. Of course, the best ones will be sent to your mansion first."

Charles's lips curled up slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

He closed his eyes slightly and began to enjoy the services of the bunny girls.

Although they're all cheap stuff, there are enough people for tonight, so it's something to look forward to.

……

7:42 in the evening.

Cassandra arrived at the end of Narcissus Street.

Looking at the luxurious mansion before her, she frowned slightly, her nerves tensing up.

With eight minutes left before the group action was scheduled, she mentally reviewed the terrain information given by her teacher and compared it with the mansion in front of her.

Of course, that alone wouldn't be enough; she would have to personally sneak into the mansion and compare it in person before she could be at ease.

Otherwise, if an accident occurs during the assassination due to unfamiliarity with the terrain or other intelligence... she would become the culprit of this operation.

Fortunately, her psychic abilities are very suitable for infiltration.

Even if the mansion were filled with B-rank players, no one would notice that she had infiltrated.

It wasn't that she intended to kill everyone with her strength so that no one would "find her" in this way, but rather... her actions wouldn't cause any disturbance.

Because her infiltration doesn't take time—literally, without metaphor.

The ultimate result of her psychic powers was to alter reality, rather than to prolong a moment and then act within accelerated time—she affected reality while real time was completely frozen at a certain instant.

When she created the "reality" in the false time that overwrote reality, it was as if she didn't spend a single moment of time; it was as if she appeared out of thin air. It cannot be understood as "doing a lot of things in a short period of time by moving at super high speed."

These two are very different in concept.

The latter is simply equivalent to prolonging a moment. If the enemy happens to have the ability to accelerate their own time, they can react and take countermeasures. In that case, whoever can prolong time the longest will win the final victory.

Her psychic powers, in fact, do not require consuming time in the real timeline—therefore, describing it as altering reality is a more accurate description.

Even when facing an enemy who can accelerate their own time, her psychic powers still hold an absolute advantage—she will win, without a doubt.

Unless you encounter a particularly shameless A-level ability... well, like the kind that's extremely abnormal.

Cassandra was unaware that Vanshaw's "Angel of Death" was not actually a simple A-level ability—A-level was the assessment of a state of incomplete talent, the initial lower limit.

Angels of Death have a higher potential.

"Hmm? Those two guys are going to Charles's mansion to check things out?"

Suddenly, the scene of Van Helsing and Alpha's conversation flashed into Cassandra's mind.

She knew what the two men were after.

"Those two are such a handful, can't they trust me a little more...?"

Cassandra frowned slightly, but ignored it.

At their current speed, they won't arrive at Charles's residence until after 7:50.

The Holy Sword Alliance's operation was scheduled for 7:50, and their actions would not affect this operation.

Cassandra calmed herself, activated her psionic powers, and infiltrated the luxurious mansion within a false timeframe. She quickly compared the mansion's terrain with the location of the banquet hall and the positions of Charles and Mullen.

She didn't rush to take action. After surveying the mansion, she quietly withdrew and waited for 7:50 to arrive.

Using psionic energy to gather intelligence doesn't consume much of her lifespan, since it only modifies her physical location in reality, and the lifespan consumed is only a few hours—which is why she often uses psionic energy to travel.

The higher the player's evolution rate, the longer their lifespan will be.

A few hours is nothing compared to a player's long life.

Even if they accumulate little by little, they won't cause much loss of lifespan.

She had heard her teacher say that if the evolution rate could reach 100%, one could break free from the limitations of lifespan.

There are rumors that some super players have existed for hundreds of years... perhaps that's why.

Yes—100% evolution rate is the domain of super players.

Cassandra didn't believe she was destined to become a super player, so she didn't need to worry about the issue of lifespan depletion.

She simply accepted the unfortunate reality—players generally have very short lifespans because of the constant dangers, so they can only seize the day. No one can say for sure whether they will die in the dungeon, so there is no energy left to think about lifespan.

Unless she immediately goes to join the game government of a merged region, abandons her player status, becomes a staff member in the evolution game, and peacefully enjoys her future life.

Moreover, she hasn't actually lost much of her lifespan so far.

The hair gradually turning white is simply a side effect.

Cassandra scratched her head and sighed softly to herself.

She actually quite liked her dark hair, but... she was destined to have white hair from now on.

As her thoughts wandered, Cassandra's mind drifted to some worries unrelated to the current mission.

Time flies by amidst such worries.

It's almost 7:50.

Cassandra glanced at the player panel, gathered her scattered thoughts, and narrowed her clear eyes, her gaze becoming sharp and dangerous.

Chapter 458 The Power of Grade A Psychic Energy

The psionic energy was activated.

In the illusion of time, Cassandra swiftly crossed the outer courtyard of the mansion and arrived at the banquet hall on the first floor of the east side.

Her gaze swept across the frozen crowd and landed on two men in the corner sofa area—Maren was a slightly shorter young man, and Charles was a middle-aged man with a gloomy aura about him.

Cassandra wasted no time, locking onto Malen first, directly expending her mental energy to activate her talent during the false time.

She approached her opponent and thrust her short sword forward, aiming for Maren's forehead, with the goal of destroying his brain—specifically, destroying the brain after inflicting "weakness," thus stacking a double attack buff.

During this process, her body and nerves tensed up slightly, and she was worried that something unexpected might happen.

It wasn't that she was nervous, but rather that after failing to achieve anything by using her psychic powers against the pervert last time and almost being countered, she had developed a slight psychological shadow, despite having always been invincible with her psychic powers.

Simply put, she's a little afraid of Mullen and Charles now, and that they might suddenly cause some trouble during this fake time.

Fortunately, her worries were unnecessary.

The dagger successfully pierced Malen's forehead.

The moment they touched, her B-rank talent took effect through the medium, giving Malen a fatal weakness, achieving an effect similar to "activating the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and striking the fatal point with a sword".

At the same time, her dagger pierced Maren's forehead without hindrance, and with a slight twist, she completely destroyed his brain.

Just to be on the safe side, Cassandra didn't stop there.

After drawing her short sword, she activated her talent again, wielding the sword and thrusting it towards Maren's heart.

*Pfft*—Marlen was hit right in the gut.

Thus, the preconditions for Mullen's death were perfectly met.

Unless this guy possesses a resurrection item that can bring the dead back to life, or his immortality is so strong that even if his brain is damaged, it won't matter... Otherwise, once she rewrites reality, Malen will definitely die!

Yes—even after achieving this, Mullen is not dead yet.

If she doesn't expend her lifespan to overwrite reality, then her actions in the false time will be, as the words suggest, false.

The outside world will continue to move forward in real time, maintaining its original state without any deviation from reality.

At that time, the damage Mullen suffered will vanish like smoke... no, not vanish, it will never have existed in the first place.

This is the limitation of her psychic powers.

If the enemy she faces is far more powerful than her, even if she stakes her entire lifespan, she may not be able to bring about the enemy's death.

Perhaps she could hurt the other party, because the smaller the impact, the less lifespan she would lose.

Injury and death are not on the same level in terms of concepts.

If she attempts to kill the super player, without a doubt, she will be the one who dies.

Cassandra naturally didn't believe that Maren, a mere B-level player, could pose any significant threat to her lifespan.

After slashing twice, she ignored Maren and turned her gaze to Charles, who was sitting opposite her.

She quickly moved the bunny girls from the sofa area to another location, then activated her talent, wielding her short sword and severing Charles's hands and legs in four slashes, before throwing the severed limbs far away.

Next, she activated a prop she had prepared beforehand—[An Overloaded Brain].