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This is a B-grade prop, which the teacher temporarily lent to her.

This tool has only one effect—to create a large number of logical loops in the target's mind at once, feeding the target's brain with a massive amount of information, keeping it in an overloaded state, suppressing the target's thinking, causing it to temporarily shut down, and making it impossible for the target to spare any extra mental energy to do other things.

Based on the brain evolution rate of B and the player, this item can forcibly suppress the target for 5 minutes.

Controlling a B-level player for 5 minutes... it's safe to say this is a very powerful item.

Therefore, its usage conditions are also very strict—it must be placed on the target's head for its attack conditions to be triggered.

Normally, if one can get close to the target and tamper with the target's head... then killing the target would be easy, if not effortless, but certainly not difficult or arduous.

Therefore, although this B-grade item with strong control effects is powerful, it is quite useless in terms of practicality.

This item is only used when there are specific requirements for the target.

Five minutes...you can do a lot of things in that time.

Cassandra then removed the mechanical helmet from her waist and forcibly put it on Charles's head.

Using items in a false timeline will consume a lot of lifespan when the reality is overwritten.

However, in order to obtain intelligence, we have no choice but to take a gamble this time.

As the unsung ruler of the A9 base, Charles likely knows many secrets. Handing him over to the teacher would allow the teacher to obtain a great deal of information, given the teacher's ability to interfere with memories.

With this in mind, Cassandra began to consume her lifespan, "realizing" the things she had done.

Because it involved the deaths and serious injuries of two B-level players, as well as the use of items, she consumed a lot of her lifespan this time. Her hair turned white again without her noticing, creating a black and white contrast that gave her a comical look.

Cassandra paid no attention to these trivial details.

Once reality is overwritten, the false timeline ends.

In that instant, because her life force was depleted too much, she experienced a strong feeling of dizziness.

If it weren't for the recovery items continuously repairing her physical discomfort, she probably would have uncontrollably collapsed to her knees.

Cassandra's breathing became weaker. Activating her psionic powers and using her talents multiple times had greatly depleted her mental energy, and her face turned somewhat pale.

She quickly took out several bottles of healing potions from her storage space, drank them, and calmed her breathing.

She will likely be in a very weak state for several days, and the cost of using her spiritual energy again during this period will increase exponentially.

The human body isn't made of iron; it needs rest and recovery after extreme exertion.

Last time, it was for the same reason that she was hunted down by the law enforcement team members of Base A1, and eventually she was dragged into the instance along with them.

Otherwise, those C-level players wouldn't even be able to touch her.

Of course, the cost was high, but the corresponding results were also remarkable.

Cassandra lowered her head slightly and looked towards the sofa area.

Maren was lying on the sofa, blood flowing from his head and chest, his pupils dilated, his body motionless, and he was no longer breathing.

Dead beyond dead!

A high-level player, a big shot who dominated the A9 base, a ruthless character feared by countless people and coveted by powerful conglomerates... died quietly.

They had no ability to resist at all.

His talent, his B-grade gadgets, and his powerful physique never had a chance to be used.

This is the terrifying aspect of A-level psionic power.

Grade B psionic energy generally involves interference with the material world. Even if it's exaggerated, it's still traceable and can be countered.

Once an ability reaches Rank A, it tends to focus on the realm of deep interference, becoming unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

Meanwhile, in other corners of the banquet hall.

The bunny girls, realizing their positions had abruptly changed, instinctively screamed—but that didn't happen.

To avoid causing any unrest beforehand, Cassandra knocked all the bunny girls unconscious while moving them.

These bunny girls are all ordinary humans. The lifespan lost by interfering with their positions and causing them to faint is negligible.

Cassandra ignored them and the already dead Maren, turning her gaze directly to Charles.

Charles was sitting on the sofa, his mutilated body twitching intermittently—he instinctively wanted to move his body, but his brain, overloaded, had no energy left to issue any additional commands.

Even his thinking was suppressed, leaving him with no energy to communicate with the tools to retaliate.

He didn't even have the energy to realize he was being attacked; all his attention was focused on the numerous logical loops created by the props.

Seeing this, Cassandra was completely relieved.

They suppressed it perfectly!

Without hesitation, she took out the photo of her sister's bloodied corpse from her storage space.

As she stared intently at the photo, related memories automatically surfaced in her mind, as if the scene were reenacting itself, and she felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

This photograph is not an ordinary object, but rather a "copy ticket" created by the teacher, with the aid of copy rules, to materialize her past memories of guilt.

Just like the current Fairy Tale Town instance, there are "paper cutouts" that can be sent out.

Looking at the photos automatically triggers memories and evokes feelings of guilt.

Then, place the photo on your forehead and silently recite "Lord, I repent to you" three times to complete the dungeon ritual. This will attract the teacher's attention, providing the teacher with anchors and coordinates so that the teacher can open the dungeon's random entrance at the location corresponding to the coordinates.

Each member of the Holy Sword Alliance possesses such a photo, representing a piece of their own guilty memory.

Life is almost never smooth sailing; everyone will make choices they regret to some extent.

Regret, remorse... are the beginning of guilt.

Moreover, people who can feel remorse and reflect on themselves are generally not bad-hearted—this is not absolute, but it can be considered a common phenomenon.

Therefore, most members of the Holy Sword Alliance do not have much interest involved in their sense of justice.

They are indeed working hard and making sacrifices to "make the 019 section better".

"..."

Filled with guilt, Cassandra remained silent and pressed the photo against her forehead.

The photographs were a necessary medium, so it wasn't that she wanted to repeatedly dredge up the remains of these two long-deceased sisters.

She doesn't have such twisted or perverse hobbies.

Suddenly, an unexpected event occurred!

Charles, who was convulsing on the sofa, suddenly had his severed hands and feet restored. He stood up abruptly, ripped off his helmet, and turned his head to look at Cassandra's face.

In that instant, Cassandra found her vision beginning to shake, and the surrounding scenery underwent drastic changes.

The banquet hall, the bunny girls, the distinguished guests... everything around them vanished in an instant.

The world began to turn gray.

When she came to her senses, Cassandra found herself in a gray-white space.

Above, below, in front, behind, left, right... all around is an endless expanse of gray and white.

The whole world is free of any superfluous colors.

"...!?"

Cassandra was taken aback.

That bastard Charles... he was actually acting against her just now!?

So insidious!

This guy wasn't affected at all!

Or... he was indeed affected, but quickly recovered from the state suppressed by the item.

Cassandra is currently unable to determine which possibility it is.

But one thing is certain—Charles definitely has some kind of all-around defensive gear on him!

Or perhaps you happen to possess an item that can counteract the "overloaded brain" item.

"I didn't see him wearing any props... Could it be a hidden type, without a physical form?"

Cassandra has seen her fair share of big events.

Although the accident was sudden, it did not frighten her.

She quickly calmed down, and a few thoughts flashed through her mind.

"Charles cannot be captured! The only option is to kill him!"

“I was moved to a different location… This should just be an illusion. My psionic energy should have been triggered before the spatial teleportation landed on me, causing me to enter a false time. So… this gray world is most likely an illusion, or some kind of prison device.”

Neither the illusion nor the prison had a direct impact on her state, so her psychic powers would not be triggered on their own.

If an average player encountered this situation, they would probably be trapped.

Fortunately, she was an A-level psionic power holder.

If it's an illusion, she can either actively activate her psychic powers or passively wait for the enemy to attack, allowing her psychic powers to be triggered passively. Either way, she can escape her current predicament.

During the false time, the illusion will naturally cease, stop working, and become ineffective against her.

If it's a prison-type item—find the boundary, use your talent to attack multiple times, destroy the boundary, and escape the prison; there shouldn't be much of a problem.

Even if something unexpected happens, and this prison item is of a very high level with exaggerated effects, having no boundaries... if such a situation does occur, providing the teacher with anchors and coordinates, and transferring out through the teacher's instance, is also a means of escape.

With the mindset that she could turn the tables, Cassandra quickly regained her composure.

Just as she was about to use her psychic powers to test the waters...

Suddenly, her psionic abilities were triggered.

The fabricated time was forcibly inserted into a single instant on the real timeline.

The gray, infinite space disappeared.

Cassandra saw the banquet hall, the bunny girls, and the elegant banquet guests again.

"It's an illusion, a form of mental interference."

She immediately realized the situation and looked up, casting her gaze forward.

Charles was standing three meters away from her, observing her intently, when he threw a golden rope at her, one end of which touched her body.

That golden rope... must be a restraint-type prop.

Cassandra had absolutely no desire to experience the consequences of being entangled.

A chilling glint appeared in her eyes, and she raised the short sword in her hand.

This guy in front of me isn't protected by the helmet's blockade and suppression, so I can't capture him alive.

Such a seasoned and powerful B-level player must surely possess spatial teleportation items.

If we let him get away... the consequences will be dire!

We have no choice but to kill them!

Having made her decision, Cassandra calmed herself down and, without further hesitation, took a few steps closer to Charles, unleashing her talent to attack him.

She was in a very weak state at the moment. After her psionic energy was passively triggered, her mental energy was being consumed rapidly. She had to finish the battle quickly!

With her forehead and heart—fatal weaknesses—she completed the double stab with the short sword, fulfilling the prerequisite for killing her opponent.

After doing all this, she quickly picked up the helmet that Charles had thrown on the ground.

This is the teacher's prop. Although it failed in its first battle... this only shows that Charles is not simple. It's not the prop's fault. We can't lose it.

After collecting the items, Cassandra began to consume her lifespan, turning her assassination attempt into reality.

The illusion of time ends the moment reality becomes reality.

Thump—Charles fell to the ground.

At this point, the people in the banquet hall finally realized that something was wrong.

Upon seeing Charles lying on the ground, many people who knew his identity screamed in terror and backed away, as if they had encountered something that shattered their worldview.

The hall was thrown into chaos in an instant.

However, Cassandra frowned deeply, her heart filled with doubt and unease—her lifespan was waning, and she felt severe dizziness and weakness again, though not as exhausted as when she had killed Maren not long ago.

Lifespan is being consumed... seemingly far less than expected?