Timeline Player

Faceless?

Chi Que began to quietly retreat.

Based on what these people said, anyone who wasn't an idiot could guess that Wen Lu was probably a member of this organization.

However, Anhe may not really care about her; he's just using this as an excuse to forcibly take her away.

"This is terrible..." Chi Que's mind raced. Should he use that backup plan now?

Reason told him to use it now without any hesitation, but intuition told him that it was safe to do so now.

The nobleman forced himself to speak, saying, "This is a transit station. You should know the consequences if a bronze player makes a move here."

The man known as the Faceless One laughed: "You don't understand, you don't understand, the difference between iron and bronze."

He took half a step forward, then raised his hand: "Even if I kill all the players here—"

"I can afford the price." He casually waved his hand in the direction of the crowd, and several heads rolled to the ground.

"See? That's it," he laughed.

Chi Que found himself very calm.

Not only him, but also the onlookers, their expressions didn't change at all even though the Dark River Guild Leader had just killed someone, as if he had done something perfectly normal.

He felt he should be terrified, shocked, but he couldn't even manage that instinct.

Even now, he feels that the person in front of him poses no danger, but upon rational analysis, he feels that something is wrong with his current state, though he can't quite put his finger on it.

Just as Chi Que was pondering, the passerby spoke up: "Then, please, that friend, step forward yourself."

Chi Que discovered that his legs were moving.

It wasn't some terrifying scene where his body wouldn't obey him; he simply took a step naturally, as if walking down an ordinary street, and a familiar person across the street waved to him, so he walked over.

That's it.

"It's you." The man smiled as he looked at Chi Que.

Most people didn't react much when they saw him walk out, as if it were commonplace.

The two yellow-clad players also fixed their gazes on him, their emotions complex, but ultimately settling on helplessness.

"Hand over the singularity." He reached out his hand.

Should we relinquish the singularity?

"Okay." Chi Que nodded.

He didn't think anything was wrong, but why did the fortune teller look fearful?

What is there to be afraid of?

Or is her reaction the normal one?

Why is there such a difference?

While thinking, Chi Que was trying to extract the singularity.

He suddenly thought of something.

Mastery, to be precise, spiritual mastery.

Without hesitation, he did so.

Those three points of mastery were completely free of unnecessary thought; in that instant, they were all infused with "spirituality"!

Om-!

"Uh!" Chi Que paused, and all the emotions he should have felt returned at that moment.

The outstretched hand was instantly withdrawn.

"Oh?" Faceless frowned slightly.

He sensed a fleeting spiritual fluctuation.

However, before he could react, a burst of blood suddenly erupted from the head of the young man in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he fell straight down.

died.

Wumian was stunned for a moment.

The two yellow-clad players were also stunned.

......

at the same time.

Chi Que slowly opened his eyes.

He slowly sat up and checked his whole body. There were no wounds, no bloodstains, and not even his hair was messy.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He glanced down at his inventory:

【Flesh and Blood Doll - Pure White (Consumed)】

This precious substitute was used up just like that.

Before leaving the professional hall, Chi Que deliberately left a backup plan in case the worst-case scenario occurred.

He used his final act to shoot himself in the temple.

Due to the delayed effect of the bullets, he can commit suicide at any time in case of an emergency and then be resurrected with a doll.

At the same time, by using disguise skills, they can make their own death look like a murder scene, thus buying themselves more time.

Of course, he didn't hope that it would come in handy.

"But it still happened." Chi Que sighed. In fact, he had underestimated those powerful players.

He still couldn't be sure that he was truly safe. Although the corpse was indeed him, a bronze-level player might be able to spot other anomalies.

He then walked in another direction from the transfer station, glancing at the exit along the way, which was now completely in chaos.

"Faceless, is that right?" Chi Que wrote it down in his notebook. "I will get this life back."

"With interest," he added to himself.

He walked out of the alleyway, now with a completely different face, clothes, and even a different gait. He looked like an ordinary player who had just strolled out of a transit station, completely unremarkable.

He turned a corner and entered a relatively quiet alley, intending to cross it and exit from the other end.

The pool stopped.

At the end of the alley, there stood a person.

A corpse lay before him.

Chi Que let out a long breath.

at this point.

But there was still one thing he didn't understand.

"How did you find me?" Chi Que asked.

The person raised his chin, revealing a face he had never seen before, not the faceless one from the Dark River.

"Witchcraft," he said. "Through the laws of similarity and contact, it can pinpoint your location precisely."

Chi Que remained silent.

They're not even going to act anymore.

It's correct that detective novels don't include elements of Chinese people and witchcraft; how would he play the game then?

"What do you want?" he sighed, already prepared to pay up to avoid further trouble.

"Don't be nervous," the man said. "I'm Rodney, from the Gap. Our chairman wants to see you."

gap?

Chi Que guessed that it was probably another player organization like Dark River or Azure, but they didn't seem interested in Singularity.

"How can I be sure you have no ill intentions?" he asked cautiously.

Rodney smiled and said, "If I wanted to harm you, I could have simply cast a spell on the corpse. A corpse from the same source is the most perfect medium in witchcraft. But instead, I took the Dark River's minions from it and brought them to you."

Chi Que nodded slowly, believing a small part of his words.

"What do you plan to do? Threaten me with a corpse and force me to comply?" he asked, taking a step closer.

Rodney paused for a moment, then shook his head: "You can leave anytime, take your body with you."

"What if I take a few steps and suddenly get shot seven times in the back, and it's ruled a suicide?" Chi Que tilted his head.

"If you want, I can arrange this kind of death for you too," Rodney said bluntly.

Chi Que smiled and said, "Then lead the way."

He took a step closer, but something unexpected happened: the corpse silently disintegrated the moment he approached, turning into wisps of dark red smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Rodney frowned slightly, squatted down, and rubbed the remaining ashes on the ground with his fingers: "...What a brilliant method of substitution. I'm afraid even if someone wanted to cast a curse, they wouldn't be able to find a medium for it."

Chi Que remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He certainly didn't know what kind of technique it was, but since the other party thought so, he was happy to be looked up to.

"Let's go." Rodney got up and left, and Chi Que quickly followed, wondering where the other would take him.

The two stopped in front of a building they had never expected.