Timeline Player

"So, you're saying we have to choose between two white skills and one possible cyan skill?" Chi Que pondered.

He didn't hesitate for long.

He needs to find a way to escape now, and if his disguise can be strengthened, it will be of great help to him.

Another reason is that he already has his ultimate skill, which is essentially equivalent to two powerful skills. He doesn't need any more skills to broaden his countermeasures for the time being.

[Intensive upgrades are underway...]

Chi Que stared at him nervously.

Even though he thought he was calm and collected, for some reason, he would involuntarily become nervous every time this happened.

[Enhancement successful!]

Chi Que breathed a sigh of relief; his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

But when they saw the enhanced result, they were taken aback.

【Disguise Technique - Crow Blue】

[Rank]: Iron

As a detective, besides disguising yourself, concealing crime scenes is also one of your specialties. For example, you can fake a crime scene to cover your tracks and create some trouble for your colleagues.

After each staged incident, you will become less conspicuous for a short period of time, while your speed will increase.

"What kind of skill is this, that of a notorious bandit?" Chi Que looked at the skill description, his face full of black lines.

He's a serious detective, a real one!

"Let's go back and see how things go," Chi Que sighed, deciding to get some insurance before heading back.

He sincerely hoped that it wouldn't be necessary.

Returning to the exit of the transfer station, it was now completely blocked off, yet no one dared to resist.

"These organizations are really quick."

"How could it not be fast? That's the singularity."

Chi Que turned his head slightly. Two players were leaning against the wall, one tall and one short, and they looked like they had just arrived.

The tall man lowered his voice and said, "I heard that even purple-level players have come."

"Purple?!" The short man gasped. "Even experts of that level are here? Is it really necessary?"

"As for it?" The tall man scoffed. "Even Yellow is eyeing this kind of treasure."

Chi Que counted his breaths, trying to prolong each breath as much as possible to calm himself down.

Purple, yellow.

The last two levels of proficiency.

With his current level of expertise, he might be able to deal with blue-level players, but he could never be a higher-level opponent.

The crowd suddenly parted to make way.

Chi Que felt an invisible pressure.

It's not the oppressive feeling of a strong person in a novel.

It's an extremely strange kind of pressure, like acknowledging that the other person is of higher status than oneself, making one instinctively want to bow down.

His body reacted before his brain, taking a step back.

A man slowly walked out from the crowd.

He was dressed in a sophisticated dark coat with a dark silver badge pinned to his collar, and he strolled leisurely with elegant movements.

The man stopped, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I know, the friend who brought out the singularity is here."

No one spoke. Everyone, including the players who were originally guarding the exit, seemed to be intimidated by his aura.

"I am a member of the Azure Clan," the man said. "I want to make a deal with that friend."

He stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and a pale purple light appeared above his palm, its outline resembling some kind of amulet.

"A piece of purple equipment," he said. "In exchange for your Singularity. Also, you can join Azure and enjoy the organization's protection."

A low gasp rippled through the crowd near the exit: "Purple equipment? It's the legendary purple equipment?"

Chi Que was moved.

He suddenly remembered the past. When he was a private investigator, he often did the same thing: when he encountered a hot potato, he would deliberately throw it away to attract other people's attention and get himself out of trouble.

He now possesses a singularity, and rather than clinging to it and being hunted down by everyone, he might as well throw it away and find a powerful backer.

Chi Que subconsciously took a step forward.

"That friend should think this through."

A voice came from behind the man.

Behind him, a veiled woman appeared out of nowhere: "He's a yellow-level player, a noble, and his skill is purple-level rhetoric. Think carefully, have you been bewitched by his words?"

The nobleman still wore a smile, but Chi Que noticed that his eyes turned cold for a moment.

The veiled woman continued, "My profession is a fortune teller, and my proficiency level is yellow."

A low hiss was heard near the exit.

Yellow, yet another yellow player.

Chi Que fell silent. He had wondered if, once he reached the yellow level, players of the same level would spring up like mushrooms after rain. But now it seemed that yellow was almost no better than a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

He has at least seen two yellow players so far, but not a single stray dog ​​by the roadside.

"My friend," the woman said, "if you step forward now, I might still save face for you; otherwise—"

She paused for a moment, then said, "It won't look good then."

Chi Que rolled his eyes in the shadows.

If you're really that powerful, why do you need to shout things out here? Why don't you just expose me directly?

He was almost certain that the woman was bluffing. She might indeed know that the Singularity Holder was here, but she couldn't find out exactly who it was, so she was using this method to bluff.

The nobleman had clearly considered this as well.

He scoffed, "Your fortune teller is only at the Iron rank, right? How could you possibly predict the Bronze rank singularity?"

The woman's expression changed slightly.

The two stared at each other, and the air seemed—no, it really did crackle and spark with electricity.

The people around him looked excited; many players took out their cameras, and some even whistled.

But soon, the nobleman regained his elegant demeanor: "Then let me do it; at least I brought my sincerity."

"Sincerity?" The woman laughed. "A purple piece of equipment is considered sincerity? You can fool newbies if you want."

"I'll offer two purple items," she said.

"So it seems that the value of the singularity is far greater than that of the two purple equipment pieces?" Chi Que thought thoughtfully amidst the crowd.

He doesn't trust that the other party will be willing to trade fairly.

The crowd suddenly moved again.

A man stepped out of the crowd; he was wearing only a gray-white short jacket and looked quite ordinary.

However, he walked directly into the group of two yellow-ranked players: "One of our newbies died in that instance."

The fortune teller scoffed, "So what?"

"She and the newcomer who brought out the singularity entered the same instance, so we need to take him away," the man said.

Chi Que's heart stirred.

Newbie dungeon...Wenlu?

The nobleman narrowed his eyes: "Just because of this?"

"Just me."

The two players froze.

Another person emerged from a gap in the crowd.

He was of average height, had an average face, and wore an ordinary gray coat, looking like a random passerby pulled from the street.

Chi Que found that he couldn't muster any resistance against him at all; it was as if he were just a passerby.

However, the two yellow-clad players simultaneously took a half-step back. The nobleman seemed to want to draw his sword, but his hand remained on the hilt, and he hesitated for a long time before finally pulling it out.

"The Faceless Dark River..."