Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Peel back the metal shell, and you'll find animal carcasses and bits of flesh still wriggling.

Finally, deep within the ball of flesh, he found it—

A spark burning with a metallic sheen.

The spark of the gun demon.

By taking away the flame, the life force of the spear demon was swiftly extinguished!

"Originium obtained"

"Experience +50000"

Level Up: 41 → 47

"Obsidian Bishop defeated! Hidden quest 'The Lord of Genshin Impact' unlocked!"

"Master of Genshin Impact: Find and kill the remaining two Gold Archons of the Genshin Impact Cult, and become the Master of Genshin Impact in this world!"

"Upon completion of the mission, you will receive a reward of 100 Originium!"

Wow, at least the reward for this mission isn't just a pittance anymore?

Cheng Cheng sheathed his sword, raised an eyebrow, and prepared to continue dissecting the corpse of the Demon of the Gun, to find the few sparks that the Obsidian Bishop had used before—whether it was bewitching, emptiness, or inner demons, they were all suitable for puppets and marriage. Perhaps he could design an ultimate killing move based on these sparks.

Just then—

Two figures appeared simultaneously inside the internet cafe on the fourth floor.

The two legendary powerhouses then saw the internet cafe decorated with elven-themed wedding decorations, filled with a strong stench of blood and gunpowder. The enormous, twisted, and mangled corpse of a gun demon, hybridized with various animals, occupied most of the cafe, its black demonic blood spilled everywhere.

And beside this corpse, there was a pink-haired little girl holding a gun and the Demon Flame, wearing a white mask.

"who are you?"

Villette and Karen were stunned almost simultaneously.

Although they didn't know whether the other was friend or foe, they both used their powers simultaneously as a precaution—Karen sealed all of the other's magic and fire to prevent him from attacking or escaping; while Vilette raised the court of judgment, intending to get answers from this mysterious figure.

"Sigh... is it still too late?"

Having finally defeated Obsidian and obtained the incredibly powerful Fire Seed of the Gun Demon, Cheng Cheng was reluctant to give it up.

He sighed softly, then took out a platinum key.

This is a special quest item that dropped after slaying chickens, tigers, bears, wolves, and dogs—the Witch's Tea Party Invitation Key.

The system notification flashed through my mind:

"Note: After use, the player and the selected character will enter a special alternate dimension, 'The Witches' Tea Party,' to undergo trials by the witches and receive generous rewards. Limited to one use only."

"Note: The Witch Trial is extremely difficult, and you cannot rewind during the trial. Please make thorough preparations before using it."

'There's no time like the present, let's use this treasure to slip away first—we can't let those two legends discover our missing little princess, can we?'

As Cheng Cheng thought to himself, he infused magic into the key.

Then he raised his head, nodded slightly, and his cloak billowed up.

Then, he vanished without warning, right under the noses of the two legendary powerhouses.

Chapter 58, The Witch's Tea Party

Before my eyes was a starry sky, a galaxy hanging upside down.

Countless stars, like scattered diamonds, were sprinkled on deep blue velvet, some bright as lamps, others hazy as mist, and still others trailing long, luminous tails as they slowly streaked across the sky. The distances between the stars were stretched and compressed by some invisible force, as if the entire universe had been folded into this small dome.

Beneath the starry sky lies a garden.

The cobblestone path meanders forward, with unidentified flowers planted on both sides.

Clusters of flowers, like bells or stars, cascaded down the vines like waterfalls, filling the air with a faint floral fragrance that mingled with the aroma of grass, dew, and books. Tranquil and peaceful, time seemed to lose its meaning.

Cheng Cheng stood there, looking around in confusion.

Where is this?

He remembered that he was just on the fourth floor. After the Gun Demon died, the two legends arrived and used the Witches' Tea Party Invitation Key to enter the special alternate dimension, "The Witches' Tea Party".

Then, in a flash, we arrived here.

Cheng Cheng rubbed his temples, when Freya's timid voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Mr. Mambo?"

Cheng Cheng instinctively replied, "I'm here."

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly realized—

The voice came from behind me, not from my mind.

He turned around.

Freya was standing there.

Her petite body was wrapped in a black cloak. She stood at the other end of the cobblestone path, unsure of what to do with her hands. She would clutch the edge of the cloak for a moment, then let go, and finally just let them hang obediently at her sides.

Those light blue eyes were looking at him timidly, full of doubt.

Cheng Cheng was taken aback.

Freya stood behind me, and then there was me...

He looked down at his body—familiar hands, familiar knuckles, and that familiar Kuri ita-shirt.

Cheng Cheng: "..."

This lousy game actually revealed my real-life status?

At that moment, Freya was also looking at him.

In her mind, the original Mr. Mambo should have been a terrifying primordial demon.

After all, Mr. Mambo was incredibly powerful and influential. No matter how much Freya struggled or tried to escape, he could find her instantly, and she was even scared to tears and wet herself several times.

As she got to know him better, she gradually realized that Mr. Mambo was not omniscient or omnipotent, so she regarded him as a powerful mage or a legendary figure. Although Mr. Mambo occasionally had a childlike side, in Freya's imagination, he was always a middle-aged man who held power and authority.

After all, the strong are all quite old.

But now—

Before her stood a clean-cut, orange-haired boy.

He was about the same age as before he shrunk, looking no more than eighteen or nineteen. He had clear features, a slightly lazy air about him, and a handsome smile. He possessed both the worldly wisdom and composure of an adult, and the liveliness and naivety of a youth, like a noble boy you might bump into at a royal banquet.

Her gaze gradually shifted to the boy's clothes, and then she paused slightly.

What kind of clothes are those?

The image shows a little girl dressed in bright red with blonde hair, raising her left hand and smiling happily, while holding a bomb in her hand.

Who is she?

Why is Mr. Mambo wearing clothes with her image printed on them?

Could it be that……

Is this girl Mr. Mambo's daughter?

As expected, Mr. Mambo isn't as young as he looks...

Lost in her own thoughts, she saw Mr. Mambo scratch his head awkwardly at her.

"Um..." Cheng Cheng began, his voice somewhat unnatural, "This should be the so-called witch's tea party. Although we don't know where the witch is... let's look around first."

"Ah."

Freya nodded subconsciously.

During this time, she had gotten used to listening to Mr. Mambo.

The two walked along the garden path.

The bluestone slabs made a soft sound underfoot, and the flower bushes on both sides swayed gently in the night breeze. The glowing flowers seemed to be watching them, or perhaps whispering secrets.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Since it was the first time that the two acquaintances had met, neither of them knew how to start the conversation.

The two walked side by side, but were quite far apart. Freya secretly glanced at the boy beside her, then quickly looked down again; Cheng Cheng stared ahead, pretending to admire the scenery around him, but his peripheral vision kept falling on that small figure.

After walking for a while, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

It was a small square.

The circular ground is paved with white flagstones, inlaid with gold patterns. In the center of the square stands an elegant white tea table, covered with a lace tablecloth, upon which are several books with gold-embossed covers and a set of exquisite tea utensils.

A person was sitting on one side of the tea table.

She was a girl who looked to be about fourteen years old.

Her short, deep blue hair shimmered softly under the starlight, the ends curling slightly inwards to just cover her earlobes. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, like an oil painting; her skin was fair and almost translucent, and her pale blue eyes were quietly gazing at the newcomer.

She wore a large, pointed witch's hat with a dark blue ribbon tied to the brim, a beige stand-up collar shirt with a dark blue bow at the collar, and a cream-colored short cloak over it.

She held a teacup in one hand and gently placed the other hand on her chest.

Then tilt his head slightly.

She revealed an elegant and gentle smile.

Those pale blue eyes watched the two uninvited guests quietly, as if they were looking at old friends who had come from afar.

"Welcome to the witch's tea party."

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a wind chime tinkling in a breeze.

"Nice to meet you, please allow me to formally introduce myself—"

As she spoke, a magnificent border outlined in golden light suddenly appeared in front of her, and in the center of the border, a line of cursive script slowly emerged—

"The omniscient witch, the observer of all world lines, the last genius, the witch's code name is A—"

"Ellen Medici".

Cheng Cheng's eyes lit up instantly: "How beautiful Xi'er is!"