Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black cat-man's pupils contracted beneath the dark armor.

On the other side, the elf standing beside Tina also trembled...

"This man has such a keen intuition; we absolutely mustn't reveal our identity!"

Nar's expression beneath the mask was equally hostile: "I am an apostle of Enio, the urban destroyer, and I greet you on behalf of my lord."

“Enio? Oh, I remember now, you're just like your master, always hiding your true self…”

Don't you reflect on your own words?

Nar looked at him strangely.

Joker picked at his ear: "So, what does Enio want with you?"

"We brought along an 'eccentric' to discuss cooperation..."

“But I’ve already cooperated with that weirdo…” Ciel shrugged…

"..." Nar: I'm so pissed off...

He glared at the red-haired Rives again, concealing the killing intent emanating from his body.

"This is tricky." The Joker stroked his chin. "Both sides want to cooperate with us. Whom should I listen to?"

After a two-second silence, he suddenly punched his fist in the palm: "I've got it! Why don't you guys have a fight! Whoever wins, I'll cooperate with them!"

Nar swept his gaze toward the aloof and observant Revis, unleashing his killing intent.

"No need." Revis didn't even look up. "We have no intention of cooperating with 'Enio.' The materials were provided by us eccentrics, and the venue and personnel were provided by you, Mr. Joker. Enio? He's just an opportunist trying to get something for nothing. What can he bring to our cooperation?"

"I have no obligation to be driven to work for a god anymore."

"You son of a bitch..." Nar's magical energy surged, unable to conceal his rage.

Olivas seemed to understand as well, and sneered, "My compatriot, you're right. Enio can't help us with anything, and there's no need to let an unidentified god interfere with our plans!"

"You!" Nar glared angrily at the white-haired ghost, never expecting that his ally would betray him.

"What?! My brethren, do you perhaps have some hidden identity or power, assisting us in our plans on the ground?" Olivas laughed heartily. "If you tell me you are a remnant of Zeus's kin, or the rebirth of a [Hero] or [Empress], we might not be so reluctant to give 'Enio' any face."

Nar's expression twisted...

I thought I would be joining the underworld as a leader, but I never expected it to turn out like this.

The Joker on the throne smirked: "My promise still stands. Considering you're also an oddball, I'll give you a chance to join us."

"There are only seven positions here. Either you snatch them from Revis and become the representative of the freaks, or you seize power from us. The strong prey on the weak; that's the rule of the Dark Faction. Use your strength to prove that you have value to us."

Gnar's suppressed emotions seemed to find an outlet, and he first looked at the Joker on the throne...

"Use me as your opponent?" The mocking voice fell.

Nar's eyes darted around, sweeping over Revis, Balca, Valetta, and the others in turn...

He finally focused his gaze on Hasqi at the end, then shook his head. From Enio's words, he knew that she was a researcher, and her cooperation would be needed to cultivate the "Fairy Essence Avatar" in the future.

So he fixed his gaze on the red-haired cat-man whose forehead was sweating.

How did a noob manage to sneak into a group of level 5 skilled players and technicians...?

He slowly walked towards Jaluo, his body radiating killing intent...

"The chair you're sitting on is mine now!"

Chapter 390 Lost in a World of Lies

The masked man approached slowly, but it sent a chill down Jaluo's spine.

He jumped up from the chair, his hand reaching for the beast-taming whip at his waist, only then realizing that there were no monsters he had tamed here.

'Oh no, I was careless; I forgot to walk the dog at home.'

“You’re quite obedient…” The masked man sneered, drew his bloodstained scythe, and approached step by step: “I might consider being gentler when I kill you.”

Jaluo gritted his teeth. Although he had good aptitude for taming beasts and could use top-level techniques like 'quick dodge' and 'hold on' that ordinary people couldn't use, even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice. Without a monster, he was just a difficult level 4 to kill.

But that's still level 4.

The masked man before them had severed the arms of Revis, who had instantly defeated Dix, but his speed was not fast. His magic was more unpredictable than his ability.

Just pay attention to this point...

"Ha, what a boastful arrogance! You think you can gain the upper hand in this room by playing a few tricks? You cowardly coward..." Jaluo silently drew his longsword and shouted.

"Oh~~, is that what you think, since you can't see the truth of the world?" A cold voice rang out in the memory hall.

Bang, bang. Bang!

The masked man stood still, and the vases, chairs, and curtains around the room seemed to have been cut in two by a sharp blade.

It was as if some unseen monster was wielding sharp blades, slicing everything around it to pieces.

Huff —

Suddenly, Jaluo felt a cool breeze brush past his nose, his eyelids twitched wildly, and then with a 'clang,' sparks of metal exploded in front of his eyes.

Behind him, a figure wrapped in bandages, hunched over, and shrouded in a black robe, stood before him at some point.

He twirled the dagger in his hand, his sinister gaze beneath the bandages fixed on a deserted corner of the room: "Hmph, bluffing. A nobody like you isn't qualified to fight my big brother."

"..." Nar's face behind the mask darkened.

"How did you do that...?"

【Olchia】This is the magic that Gnar displayed after becoming a monster.

The ability is to alter the vision of a target, causing people to make mistakes.

As he spoke, Nar, who seemed to be still standing there, actually charged towards the bandaged man again.

whoosh-

The sickle missed its mark again.

The strange bandaged man in front of him simply leaned back and dodged his sudden attack.

"Damn it... you can actually 'see' it?"

To everyone else, he was still standing in the same spot, so why did this bandaged man suddenly make a dodging motion?! This guy…

“It’s simple, just don’t look at it with your eyes…” Charles licked his lips: “Also, the killing intent is too obvious.”

The "clone" of Sharl following behind Jarrow is a specialized template of strength and endurance. This is the opposite extreme of Joekr, who is of magic power and agility on the throne.

The two were responsible for different training projects and had different divisions of labor.

Although Ciel's "clone," wrapped in bandages, wasn't fast, it possessed the super-sensory ability granted by Pegasus. Facing the masked man's (Nar's) sneak attack, it easily made a judgment in advance through "pre-reading."

It can only be said that Nar was frightened. If he launched a series of slashes, Ciel would probably be able to only parry.

Frustrated, Nar warily eyed the red-haired cat-man standing behind the bandaged man, his face cold and silent, his mind racing with suspicion:

If a mere clan deputy can possess such power, then what about Jala, the faction leader?

After becoming a monster, he consumed a considerable number of magic stones, raising his potential to level 4. Relying on the unpredictability of his magic, he could easily kill opponents far stronger than himself.

But against this bandaged man, he was no match for him in a one-on-one fight!

Thinking this through, Nar's expression beneath the mask turned cold, and he grinned maliciously, "You're the first person to see through the 'truth,' but it's often people like you who live in the most suffering."

The words fell...

In Xia Er's view, a masked figure suddenly appeared behind the black-armored "chariot," slashing a scythe towards the neck beneath the chariot's helmet.

Faced with the masked man's sudden attack, "Chariot" naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die. He stepped on the ground, and the long spear on the ground bounced up. He gripped the spear and thrust it straight at the target.

"Hahaha..." Nar's laughter was grating.

The gunshot pierced through Naru's body but missed.

But in Xia Er's perception, a silver spear tore through space and hurtled toward 'himself'!

when----

The tips of the dagger and the spear collided, sparks flying, and Charles was thrown back more than ten steps by the force.

"Calm down, I'm not the masked man!"

The chariot seemed to freeze, halting its pursuit and standing silently in place.

"Hahahaha... Everything in this world is fake. No one can escape it, and neither can you!" The masked man's hoarse and sinister voice rang out behind Valeta.

She felt a jolt of fear on her scalp... she saw the gun barrel of the "tank" pointed at her!

"Stop! What are you doing, 'Chariot'!" Valeta shouted, stopping the "Chariot" and drawing her sword to slash behind her.

Blood splattered.

"Valetta...sir? Why?!"

One of the secret faction's cadres screamed and collapsed, clutching his chest.

"Valetta! You really betrayed us?!" Dix exclaimed in astonishment.

From his perspective, the "Chariot" was indiscriminately shooting and killing people like a madman, and Valetta also suddenly went berserk, drawing her sword and cutting down her own people.

In a chaotic situation, sound becomes less effective; vision will deceive the brain first, numbing other senses.

As Dix watched Valeta slowly turn her head to look at him, without hesitation, he grinned maliciously and extended his finger, magic surging...

"Lost in endless nightmares!"

A strange "magic" emanates from the name "curse".

Phappetor Daedalus

idiot!

Whether he was deliberately trying to disrupt the situation and regain control of the conversation, Charles cursed inwardly as he watched Dix indiscriminately unleash the Frenzied Curse.

"Hide behind me..." Charles shielded his elder brother and younger brother behind him, his black robe emanating black energy to block the erosion of the curse.

The next moment,

The dark factions and strange men in the room all roared and began to go berserk!