Warning! The evil god's minions are invading the eerie dungeon.

It was already late at night.

Pale moonlight streamed in through the window, casting indistinct shadows of trees that floated in the room. The eerie shadows were mixed in with the shadows, not very noticeable.

However, many viewers in the live stream still noticed the strange shadow.

Am I seeing things? Is that a shadow?

"What's going on? Did my lolicon friend have a backup plan?"

"No! That's not a shadow! It's Jia Yu!"

The next second, the illusory humanoid silhouette suddenly swayed, as if it had stepped down from the wall, and became three-dimensional.

Suddenly, the figure opened its eyes, and then the outline of the figure became clearer.

It's Jia Yu!

He's still alive!

"How is that possible? We've been watching closely; when did he use those methods?"

"I get it! That was the illusion that ambushed my loli-loving boyfriend at the beginning! The illusion seemed to disappear just now, but it was actually stuck to the wall and disguised as a shadow!"

"Jia Yu imbued the phantom with its own consciousness using [Imagination]! Theoretically, the original Jia Yu is dead; this is a bizarre creation made from [Imagination]!"

"How could someone do something like that?! [Fantasy] Is it really that underhanded?"

"That's normal. How do you think this guy became a nightmare for novice travelers? The origin of this outrageous and bizarre skill has always been a mystery."

"This guy's ruthless. He anticipated he couldn't compete with his lolicon friend, so he prepared for this by creating a new version of himself!"

"Damn it! No! You lolicon brother! Come back and kill him completely!"

Inside the room, Jia Yu, who had been standing still, staggered a couple of times, his eyes filled with deep apprehension and fear.

Before him lay the old "him," brutally smashed and flattened by the axe.

"Damn it, in the end I was still the one who was better..."

Jia Yu swallowed hard, his face pale, his heart filled with endless fear, and he even lost the will to seek revenge.

How to get revenge?

They don't even treat you like a human being.

If you face someone head-on, they might casually throw jam at you; if you try to play dirty tricks, they might easily block it.

Even a few casual remarks can lead to someone finding you online.

"No, I can't defeat this monster on my own..."

Jia Yu muttered to himself, his eyes filled with malice as he looked at the smashed wooden box:

"The Black Saints Guild... must rely on its power... to snatch the bronze token back from that guy. We must get it back!"

Jia Yu made up his mind that even if he had to make concessions to the Black Saint Guild, he would still have to use the power of the Black Saint Guild to take back the Bronze Token.

Although, in reality, he didn't know what the bronze plaque actually was.

But he knew that thing was definitely not simple, and that it involved something of a very high level.

Because this is something that's placed next to the [Imagination] skill book.

Back then, he was just an ordinary novice traveler, and every time he entered a bizarre dungeon, it was a gamble with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.

Until one instance, when he was desperate, he fell into a river that shouldn't exist.

The river was very deep, and looking down into it was like looking into an abyss of darkness; the water was icy cold.

From the abyss at the bottom of the river, countless pale and swollen dead hands reached out.

Those hands had terrifyingly long arms; you couldn't see their entire shape by looking down.

When he fell into the water, those arms reached out to him, seemingly trying to drag him to the bottom.

The bronze plaque and the [Imagination] skill book were locked in this wooden box, tied to the wrist of one of the hands.

In his desperate struggle, he accidentally tore off the wooden box, and in the end, he escaped death and obtained the two items.

After a simple experiment, he became convinced that these two things were by no means simple.

Although the bronze plaque, which was suspected to be a seal, could not be tested to produce any effect.

However, even at the D-rank level, [Daydreaming] already exhibited rather bizarre characteristics and near-excessive strength.

Even this narrow escape from death was thanks to [daydreaming].

"Heh, you want to kill me? You're still too green, kid."

A sinister and smug smile appeared on Jia Yu's face.

"No matter how powerful you are, can you take on the 'Black Saints Guild' all by yourself? This time, I'm going to fight you to the death..."

As he spoke, he walked towards the table, intending to turn off the live stream and leave quickly to avoid Qi Xie launching a surprise attack.

However, at that moment, he caught a glimpse of a square object on the ground out of the corner of his eye.

That was the handkerchief that Qi Xie had casually tossed aside after wiping his hands.

Jia Yu frowned.

Based on his vigilance and habit, reason told him that he should leave quickly at this point.

However, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

The handkerchief felt strangely familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

An urge to find out the truth suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

When he came to his senses, he realized he had already picked up the handkerchief.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically.

Only then did he realize that what he was holding was not a handkerchief at all.

This is clearly a human skin!

How could a normal person possibly use a piece of human skin to make a handkerchief?

Therefore, there is only one possibility: Qi Xie is acting!

Without the slightest hesitation, Jia Yu instantly threw away the handkerchief, his eyes anxiously fixed on his right palm.

As he stared, the outline of a circular shadow, about the size of a coin, appeared in his hand, about to solidify.

But just then, a light, airy voice came from outside the door:

Empty your mind for ten seconds.

The moment the command was given, the binding of the [human skin handkerchief] was achieved.

Jia Yu's pupils dilated instantly, becoming empty and lifeless, and the circular shadow outline on his hand disappeared.

crunch...

"You previously used your ability to replicate an illusory 'Severe Injury'."

"So before I came here, I was wondering if you could replicate your 'Substitute Coin'? Now it seems I was right."

Qi Xie deftly pushed open the door, the blood axe in his hand still dripping blood.

"You must be wondering why someone as cautious as you would uncontrollably touch that [human skin handkerchief]."

Qi Xie leisurely strode closer to Jia Yu, and the shadow with blood-red vertical eyes under his feet automatically spread over, taking back the [human skin handkerchief].

"Why do you think I didn't just chop you up the moment I walked in, but instead spent so much time wasting time talking to you? Is it because I think highly of you?"

A hint of struggle flashed in Jia Yu's empty eyes.

In that instant, he recalled the scene in the inn instance where Qi Xie swung his blood axe, pressing forward relentlessly without giving him a chance to speak—Qi Xie always adhered to the principle of using force rather than words when facing enemies.

Judging from Qi Xie's habits at that time, normally, if Qi Xie kicked the door open tonight, let alone chat with him, he would probably be hit on the head with the Blood Axe the moment he turned around.

"I see... He's... implanting something similar to hypnosis into my subconscious through some means..."

Jia Yu barely understood, but there was nothing he could do.

In less than a second, the restraints of the human skin handkerchief once again deprived him of his ability to think.

Without thinking, what is there to "daydream" about?

"Now, even if you have any trump cards left, you can't use them anymore."

Qi Xie raised his blood axe and chopped off Jia Yu's head again.

Once or twice, but not a third time.

This time, Jia Yu has no chance of being resurrected.