She is not an investigator.

Is this reality or an illusion?

This is actually not a very important matter, after all, if she dies here, it probably won't be much different from her actual death.

However, this question also determines whether what Igris carries is her original self or a projection of herself.

For example, her pistol.

And those rune bullets.

Igrisi thought of a way to quickly take down Butcher Qi. Although she was a little reluctant, it was indeed a good choice to save energy.

So she took out the pistol from her waist, put it in her mouth, and quickly loaded it with the rune bullets she had been reluctant to use.

She only had four, but that was enough.

Having lost an arm, Igris had no choice but to continue holding the pistol in her mouth, even though it might not look very elegant, but she couldn't care less about that now.

Then, she raised her spear again and charged at the butcher.

The butcher, as before, gripped his large knife and waited quietly for Igris to approach, then swung it out instantly once Igris entered its attack range!

But instead of sliding to dodge as she had done before, Igris charged straight at the blade and vanished the moment it touched her.

The purpose of mirror images is not only to deceive the enemy, but also, to a certain extent, to serve as a means of short-distance displacement.

Behind the blade, Igris's figure appeared instantly, and the spear in her hand pierced its head without hesitation, instantly penetrating it.

The butcher's roar and howl rang out instantly as he tried to pull out the spear, but before he could, Igris had already gripped the pistol in her hand.

boom!

The bullet, etched with blue patterns, shot out instantly and struck the butcher's body precisely.

The bullet did not pierce its skin, but the ritual was still successfully initiated, and its movements suddenly stopped, falling into an eerie state of stagnation.

Without hesitation, Igor Sirisling leaped up twice, seemingly pulling the spear out again, and before it could recover its mobility, she plunged it into its heart once more.

The blood congealed in its wound until Igris pulled out the spear again, at which point the blood finally resumed its normal flow and gushed out.

The butcher howled, his machete aimlessly sweeping across everything around him, but Igris had already left, watching its final act of defiance before its life was about to end.

Its blood gushed out continuously with its violent movements, staining its already scarlet body even redder.

Gradually, its movements became sluggish and stiff, and its voice became weak and low.

Finally, it fell to the ground, unable to lift the long knife in its hand any longer, and died in a pool of blood.

Igris won, and won easily.

The other party was indeed her defeated opponent, so she knew better than anyone how to deal with this kind of guy.

At that moment, the man in the suit reappeared in front of Igris and clapped lightly.

"Congratulations on winning the first battle. To make this match even more exciting, I brought her along."

"she?"

Igris frowned, suddenly having a bad feeling.

The man in the suit didn't say much, just chuckled and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, the surrounding mist instantly dissipated, replaced by a densely packed audience seating area and a solitary figure sitting there.

"Mirabelle...!"

Igris grabbed the man's collar, her blood-stained hand staining his clothes, a testament to her anger.

"What exactly do you want to do...!"

"Don't be so impulsive. At least she looks much better, doesn't she?"

The man in the suit smiled nonchalantly and snapped his fingers again, and Mirabell's image appeared next to Igris.

For some reason, her body had become unusually pale, and thorns had sprung up from nowhere, surrounding her and even piercing her skin, leaving a few traces of blood.

"Of course I didn't do it, but she was indeed dying... just like the potted plant she was growing, slowly withering and being replaced by these weeds and thorns."

He slowly suppressed his smile and said in a chilling tone.

"You have two more chances, don't bore me."

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Twenty-Seven, The Enemy is... Himself?

"Alright—then let's welcome the second contestant."

The man clapped his hands, and in front of Igorlis, a figure that felt both incredibly familiar and strange slowly walked out.

He was a somewhat颓废-looking man, probably in his thirties or forties, wearing a dirty and worn-out overcoat, and there was nothing particularly noteworthy about him.

But Igris knew him.

Or rather...

"This is...me, isn't it?"

"You guessed right, but unfortunately there won't be a reward. Since you say you're Igris now, I can't help but wonder what kind of sparks will fly when the present you meets the past you..."

The man chuckled with a wicked grin and snapped his fingers again.

"Now, make your choice: temporarily lose your pistol, or lose your other arm, or your eyes?"

Is there really any comparison...?

I believe you will make a good choice.

He made it clear that he didn't want Igris to use ranged weapons anymore, and Igris had no other choice.

"...I'll use a gun."

"A good choice!"

The man smiled and extended his hand to Igris.

"Give it to me."

"..."

Igris held the pistol, then hesitantly placed it in the man's hand.

He was about to take it away, but Igris still wouldn't let go, still gripping the pistol tightly.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of it for you."

“…Ugh.”

Igris reluctantly handed the man the weapon that had been with her ever since she woke up, sighed, and then took out her own straight sword.

"...Come on, let's end this battle quickly."

"So eager? You really value this thing... Alright, alright, let's begin!"

As the man's voice fell, Aaron quickly reached for Yiqiu's waist.

Igris realized what was happening almost instantly and quickly rolled to the side. Sure enough, a gunshot rang out from Aaron's direction, and a bullet landed in the direction where she had just been standing.

"Was I really such a treacherous person before...?"

Igris managed to steady herself and, without daring to delay, quickly maneuvered around, trying to get closer to Aaron.

But he hesitated to fire his gun, instead keeping his eyes fixed on Igris, searching for her weakness.

Igris could no longer waste time and had no choice but to take the initiative and charge at Aaron.

The moment she took her first step, another bullet landed precisely in front of her.

If Igris had been a fraction of a second faster, the bullet would have struck her leg.

What is this? A failed prediction? Did he overestimate Igris?

But Igris didn't think too much and tried to change course to attack again, but each time, his bullets hit precisely not far in front of Igris.

It seems he did it on purpose? Deliberately firing blanks?

Is this some kind of Easter egg?

Without further hesitation, Igorlis charged directly in front of him, slashing down heavily with his straight sword. However, Aaron blocked the attack with the barrel of his gun and kicked Igorlis in the stomach.

Igris knew this trick because she used it often, so she knew how to deal with it.

The instant he was kicked, Igris grabbed his leg with her sword-wielding arm and yanked it sharply.

Aaron instantly lost his balance, and Igris knelt on top of him without hesitation, pinning him to the ground, her straight sword pointing at his neck.

Igris should have just killed him, but it just didn't feel right.

It's like suicide.

"...?"

Seeing Aaron's head turn slightly, Igris no longer hesitated and plunged her sword into his throat, drawing blood instantly.

He quickly lost all movement and collapsed to the ground.

This battle is much simpler than the one between the butcher V and the slugs, but Igris isn’t sure if that’s a good thing.

However, if we can win just one more game…

"Congratulations, you won another game... Did this guy throw the game?"

The man kicked Aaron on the ground, which made Igris's eyes twitch, and she frowned as she spoke.

"There's only one game left, don't waste any more time."

"Wasting time? Of course not, but I brought her along specifically. Don't you want to chat with her for a bit, just as a break?"

"You mean, I should go and tell her my last words?"

"Wow! I didn't say that, but you're really smart."

Igris remained silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly.

“I am indeed very concerned about her current situation.”

The man stroked his chin and held up one finger.

"As an old friend, I can tell you something about your sister."

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