Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Qi Ye looked at Liu Ying, who was curled up in a ball.

As if possessed, I reached out and poked her bare shoulder with my finger.

Liu Ying shuddered violently as if she had been electrocuted.

An uncontrollable groan suddenly rang out.

She immediately covered her mouth, her face turning bright red, and her eyes were brimming with tears.

Qi Ye's fingers froze in mid-air before she realized what she had done.

He just touched someone whose entire body's sensitivity increased by 200%.

The person had been struggling with the sensory storm for several minutes.

"I...I...I didn't mean to!"

He pulled his hand back and jumped back a big step.

Firefly didn't answer him. With her last bit of strength, she tore the light cone card off her chest.

A flash of light, and the SAM armor covered his entire body again.

The mechanical hands subconsciously touched their shoulders.

The armor is still there, and so is the sense of touch, but it has been filtered back to normal levels.

She let out a long breath and slumped into the chair as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

"That's terrifying."

Her voice was still trembling, but at least she could speak in complete sentences.

"Two hundred percent sensitivity, even breathing feels like being constantly tickled."

The side effects are too severe; I can't use it.

She pushed the light cone card in front of Qi Ye, her voice beneath the mask carrying a rare hint of grievance.

"Can I get my money back?"

Qi Ye looked down at the light cone card on the table.

Looking again at Sam's cold, mechanical mask, a sigh escaped his lips.

He's sold so many light cones, and this is the first one that a customer has voluntarily returned.

Even the Black Tower could tolerate being dressed as a maid and called "master," and Walter could tolerate transforming into Yang Chaoyue and shattering the battlefield with a single slap.

Only Liu Ying cried and begged for a refund after using it for only a few minutes.

He sighed, put the light cone card back into his pocket, and put the credit cards back on the table.

"Okay, okay, I'll return it to you."

However, I'll keep this light cone for now; come find me again when you want to use it.

"I won't use it again," Liu Ying shook her head vigorously.

"You'll come looking for me later."

After speaking in a tone of someone who had been through it all, Qi Ye pushed the credit card towards Liu Ying.

Kafka leaned against the table, waiting for the two to finish the return procedures.

He put down his coffee cup, his tone returning to its usual composure:

"Now that everyone is here, let's get down to business."

Ren was still cooking in the kitchen, so we decided not to wait for him. Our next destination was the Immortal Boat Luofu.

Firefly, please prepare a list of logistical supplies.

Silver Wolf, remember to submit your mission report.

After she finished speaking, her gaze lingered on Qi Ye's face for a moment, the smile on her lips neither deepening nor disappearing.

"Why not use the backup plan?" Qiye asked subconsciously.

Kafka didn't answer, but simply picked up her coffee cup and took another sip.

My gaze shifted from his face to the gray sky outside the window.

However, the firefly turned around, looking clearly confused:

"Silver Wolf, didn't you confirm the backup plan with Elio yourself?"

Elio said that if your mission fails,

All you need to do is convey the message "Stars need to awaken" to someone.

As for who that person is, he said he spoke to you privately.

Why are you suddenly asking this?

Qi Ye realized what was happening instantly.

Because he suddenly realized that he had probably been teetering on the edge of exposure for quite some time.

Kafka sensed something was wrong with him from the very beginning.

But he didn't know why Kafka hadn't exposed him.

Perhaps it's because Star Core Hunters have never cared about these details.

Perhaps it was because she was waiting to see how long he would act.

Perhaps Eriol foretold something again?

But who cares? He's in Silver Wolf's body now, so being exposed won't stop him from continuing to pretend.

"Oh, oh, I remember now, yes, yes, that's it. I've been fighting too much lately, my head's a little foggy."

He patted his forehead, putting on a look of sudden realization.

"I understand that Xing needs to awaken; I'll talk to him about it."

"Who are you telling?" Firefly pressed.

"Tell the person who needs to know. You don't need to worry about it, I'll handle it myself."

Qi Ye coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject.

"I'm going back to my room to play games! Don't call me for dinner! I'll report the mission after I finish playing!"

After saying that, he dashed off towards the corridor.

Liu Ying watched the silver-haired figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

After a long silence, he turned to look at Kafka and asked in confusion:

"Kafka, is something wrong with Silver Wolf?"

She doesn't usually act this way.

Kafka picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and the smile on her lips deepened.

She didn't answer the firefly's question, but instead slowly began to speak:

"She's probably on her period; let her rest."

Qiye followed the corridor and found the Silver Wolf's room.

Pushing open the door, you're greeted by a wall covered with limited-edition game posters.

Three different models of game consoles were neatly arranged on the TV cabinet.

The bookshelf next to him was crammed with physical game cartridges and strategy guides.

There was also a small snack rack next to the TV cabinet.

Several rows of snacks were neatly stacked on top.

Potato chips, chocolate bars, limited-edition flavored energy jelly,

There were also several cans of imported drinks whose brands he had never even seen before.

On the top shelf of the snack shelf was an unopened box of limited-edition sandwich cookies.

The packaging features a collaboration logo with a well-known game IP, making it clearly the kind of rare item that requires waiting in line to snag.

"These are all good things!"

He reached out and took the box of cookies, tore open the wrapper, and popped a cookie into his mouth.

Then, while chewing, he picked up the game console and began logging into Silver Wolf's game accounts one by one.

He tore open bag after bag of potato chips, and the wrappers of chocolate bars piled up into a small mountain on the table.

He ate happily, since this wasn't his body and he wouldn't gain weight no matter how much he ate.

When Silver Wolf returns, he finds the snack shelf completely ransacked. I wonder what his expression will be.

Of course, snacks are just an appetizer; the main event is the game console.

He skillfully opened Silver Wolf's game account.

Looking at the screen filled with top-tier equipment, max-level characters, and complete sets of excellent artifacts.

He revealed a satisfied smile befitting a shrewd businessman.

"We can't come here for nothing."

He stuffed the last sandwich cookie into his mouth and rapidly operated the screen with his fingertips, equipping and unequipping everything.

Relics, all removed.

Replace all weapons with junk weapons.

Revert all character skins back to default.

After uninstalling each account, he would write a sentence on the character's name card:

"Your account was frozen? Go ask Elio for reimbursement."

After finishing dealing with all the accounts, he stretched and felt his stomach was so full that he could barely sit up straight.

He devoured most of the snacks on the shelf, leaving not even crumbs of the limited-edition biscuits.

He leaned back in his chair and touched his stomach.

Silver Wolf's physique was clearly not as strong as her words; after eating so many snacks, she had already started to protest.

But it doesn't matter, he's leaving anyway.

I ate what I was supposed to eat, and melted what I was supposed to melt. I didn't get a chance to try the boiled fish with the blade, but overall I was quite satisfied with the results.

He closed his eyes, thus canceling the effect of the light cone.

A familiar feeling of dizziness swept over me, and my vision began to blur from the ceiling of Silver Wolf's room.

When he regained consciousness, he felt himself sitting on a hard chair, his body bound by restraints.

His mouth was still stuffed with a wad of cloth, and the spot on the back of his head where Xing had hit him was still throbbing.

He managed to lift his head and saw Xing standing in front of him, a baseball bat on his shoulder, tilting his head to look him up and down.

On March 7th, half of its head peeked out from the side.

Xing glanced at the pink heart-shaped light cone interface above his head, which only she could see.

The favorability rating remained steadily at 98.

She reached out and yanked the gag out of his mouth.

"Confirmed, original and authentic. Welcome back."