No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

On the other side of the castle, the live stream chat showed no signs of stopping, with everyone chiming in and conjuring up a perfectly plausible worldview.

The people in the group with the later seat numbers searched for clues around Mu Zhixi.

As Wen Gu walked at the front of the line, his mind was racing.

Right now, he doesn't have time to think about why there's nothing strange about it; his mind is full of that S-class knight named Felice.

Due to time constraints, I didn't do much analysis when reviewing the previous material, but now, thinking about it carefully, I feel quite scared.

An S-rank soldier was just one in ten remaining from the old Royal Court Knights. He had said that there were fewer than tens of thousands like him.

Tens of thousands of S-class! And that's just what was scattered!

And how terrifying must the Holy Domain be to inflict such heavy losses on the old royal court during its heyday?

The Knights of the Final Judgment, of which nineteen are known.

Doesn't that prove that there are at least eighteen more regiments ahead?

And that doesn't even include the "Silver Crown Tribunal" that Miss Number One herself mentioned.

The more I reviewed the material, the tighter my fingers gripped the notebook.

SS-rank is everywhere, S-rank is worse than a dog.

This joke, which was once a hit among forum players, now seems to be the most accurate portrayal of that ancient era.

And what is that being called "Lord"?

If such a powerful god truly exists, why has this strange world become what it is today?

Moonlight's idea was much simpler.

She must obtain the "Lost Crown" quest.

This is not only an opportunity to curry favor with this "favored one of God," but also a stepping stone to gain a deeper understanding of the immense power of the "Sanctuary Church."

……

[A large influx of feelings of awe and faith has been detected...]

Current Faith Value: 74520

Mu Zhixi paused, then came again.

She has now figured out the pattern: whenever her faith value and integration level suddenly surge when no major events occur, it means that those imaginative monsters behind her have started working again.

She glanced back and, sure enough, Wen Gu was pushing up his glasses, looking deep in thought; Yue Xi had her arms crossed, lost in thought.

Okay, you guys keep going. Think of more ideas; I'm counting on you guys for this loan!

Mu Zhixi had a wide range of thoughts running through her mind, but her face remained calm. She simply turned her head and continued walking forward.

This time, however, the silence within the team was broken.

"that……"

It was number seven in the group who spoke. He hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help himself and respectfully bowed to Mu Zhixi.

"Dear Miss Number One, please forgive my intrusion. When you manipulate your telekinesis or summon that golden liquid, do you cast spells? Like incantations?"

As soon as the question was asked, everyone instinctively looked at Mu Zhixi.

Even Yuexi, who had been quiet all along, cast a curious glance at them.

It has to be said that Number Seven really hit the nail on the head.

Under the gaze of the group, the stunning beauty stopped and turned to look at Number Seven. Her face, framed by white feathers, seemed to reveal a faint hint of...confusion.

"Telekinesis, incantations?"

Number Seven felt a little nervous under her gaze and nodded quickly. Then, he heard a sentence that he would never forget.

"Don't you guys know how?"

Mu Zhixi tilted her head slightly, a gesture that made her look innocent and naive. "Shouldn't this be something we're born with? Even the dumbest person can do these things, right?"

"......"

"..."

"..."

The entire corridor was silent for a moment, and the live stream chat, which was filled with comments, fell silent.

Number Seven stared blankly, forgetting what he was going to say. Iron-Eyed, standing next to him, was even more exaggerated, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Even the most foolish person... surely they know these things, right?

[Silence the world, listen to the sound of my defenses crumbling! I've been expelled from humanity once again.]

[Shrimp and pig's heart! This is utterly devastating! I've lived for over twenty years, and only today did I realize I'm not even human!]

Seeing the petrified expressions on everyone's faces, Mu Zhixi felt a little uneasy.

Was she going too far?

However, given the character of the goddess "Ran," who is favored by the gods and grew up in the Holy Realm, she shouldn't understand that mortals need to "learn" to master power.

For her, strength is like breathing, an innate instinct. Thinking about it that way, her reaction just now was completely in line with her character.

So, Mu Zhixi looked at everyone and added another sentence.

"The golden liquid you're referring to doesn't require any incantation."

She raised her hand as she spoke.

A pale golden light gathered at her fingertips, and soon, a drop of golden liquid exuding a sacred aura floated on her fingertips.

"Including what you call telekinesis," she said casually, and the drop of light water floated to Number Seven and stopped in front of him, "These things arise from the thoughts in my mind."

"I don't know why, it seems like I've had it ever since I wanted it a long time ago."

To everyone's astonishment, they suddenly looked up: ?

What do you mean by "you can have whatever you want"?! Comparisons are odious!

After finishing her brief dressing, Mu Wanyin withdrew her hand, reverting to her aloof and detached demeanor. She ignored the group of players behind her who had been completely turned into stone statues and turned to continue walking forward.

Behind her, Number Seven stared at the drop of light so close to her, frozen in place.

Based on the information identified earlier, he could sense how pure and immense the energy was contained within that tiny droplet.

For her, creating something like this is perhaps as simple as "wanting" it.

Number One wants it, Number One gets it.

Looking at the analyses he had made in his notebook about the Holy Domain Church, the Old Royal Court, and Miss Number One, Wen Gu felt an inexplicable urge to tear them up.

Mortals are still figuring out how to use fire.

And she herself is a great sun.

Is this... the true measure of those favored by God? But then again, how can you play this game without a slap? Isn't this exceeding the limit?!