Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"Bang--!!!"

The bullet pierced through the window and shot into the silent night sky!

Immediately afterwards, Freya's body disappeared from the spot, swapping positions with the bullet that flew a kilometer away!

A night breeze blew in, making her shiver.

She flew through the air, with the lights of Silvershine City below her and the still-glowing sapphire on the spire of the royal palace in the distance.

Behind her, a white figure was flying towards her.

Sylvia was incredibly fast; the wind whistled behind her as her sword was drawn, its tip aimed directly at Freya's throat!

Freya forms hand seals!

"Not thinking of the windy day!"

This is a gold-tier secret technique she learned during her home trials, which creates three massive wind pressure walls out of thin air that cover the entire street, blocking any enemy offensive!

however--

Martial Arts Technique: Cutting Rain and Leaving Rainbows!

Sylvia raised her sword stance, and phantom water swords unfurled at her sides. Then, she controlled the rain of swords to shatter the first wind wall!

The so-called martial arts are the killing moves that swordsmen of silver rank and above can learn, such as Cicero's lightning-fast Judgment of the Sin and Paul's frequently used Cross Judgment and Demon Slayer Slash, which are equivalent to "swordsmen's magic".

But martial arts require a long period of training, and Sylvia, who had only recently become a Silver Saint, shouldn't have had time to learn them... When did she learn them?

While leveling up in the dungeon? Or did you learn it from Vilette these past few days?

There was no time to think it through. The sword flashed, the wind wall exploded, and it shattered into countless tiny points of light.

The second wind wall cracked, the third held, but only for a second—the sword tip pierced through the center of the wind wall, grazed Freya's shoulder, and cut off a strand of hair.

Freya flew backward, waving her hands repeatedly!

"Frosty Day Black Star!"

Countless ice spirits formed in front of her, shooting towards Sylvia like a swarm of arrows released from a bow!

Sylvia neither dodged nor evaded; the sword light drew a circle in front of her, shattering all the ice spikes.

The shattered ice glittered under the moonlight, like an untimely snowfall.

Her speed didn't decrease, but the distance was shortening: ten steps, five steps, three steps!

Freya gritted her teeth and clasped her hands together!

"Pseudo-canon: Yan Longxiao!"

This is a secret technique she created during her trials, in the days after Cheng Cheng's death, imitating the dragon's breath. Although its power is not as great as real dragon flame, it can still be considered the most powerful among gold-level techniques!

A crimson fire dragon burst forth from her palm, its mouth agape, roaring as it lunged at Sylvia!

"Fire at the stake!"

Sylvia used her ability to burn at the stake to slightly control the direction of the fire dragon. Then she turned to the side, and the fire dragon grazed past her shoulder. The heat wave whipped up her white hair and singed a few strands of the ends.

The fire dragon crashed into the ground, then exploded into bursts of flames, instantly engulfing half a block!

However, Sylvia did not stop; she had already raised her sword.

Freya leaped backward, her right hand transforming into a gun barrel once more, unleashing a torrent of bullets!

Sylvia's sword danced into a curtain of light, the sound of metal clashing was as dense as popping beans, and sparks exploded between the two of them, one after another.

Most of the bullets were deflected and flew in all directions, waking the entire city, and lights came on one after another.

"All birds have vanished from the mountains!"

Sylvia suddenly uttered, and Freya's figure in the air suddenly sank, and then fell straight down like a kite with a broken string!

The wind whistled in my ears, the ground getting closer and closer—

She gritted her teeth, raised her right hand, and fired a shot into the ground!

"boom!"

The bullet pierced the stone slab, creating a crater.

She swapped places with the bullet a second before hitting the ground, fell into the crater, and her back hit the rubble, the pain making her vision go black.

Sylvia fell from the sky and stood at the edge of the pit, her body riddled with bullet holes; the moonlight behind her cast a long shadow that covered Freya entirely.

Freya huddled at the bottom of the pit, her whole body aching, her fingers still trembling. With her eyes closed, she uttered the name she hadn't spoken in a long time:

"The thief who freezes time, the phantom thief who swiftly moves through a still world, the great messenger who deceives the world..."

"Teacher Felix, help me!"

Sylvia raised her sword.

Suddenly, the world began to spin.

The sky and the earth switched places, the moon sank to her feet, and the city flipped to her head; Freya felt as if she were falling, yet also rising, unable to distinguish direction, up or down, or where the beginning or the end was.

Until a scaleless giant python appeared in the sky above the city.

The giant serpent's enormous, mercury-like body seemed capable of coiling around the entire Silverlight City. It opened its mouth and bit its own tail, forming a perfect and mysterious circle head to tail.

"clang--!"

The bell rang.

A shimmering river appeared behind the mercury serpent, and time began to reverse throughout the world!

The Wheel of Fortune!

Reboot!

Freya opened her eyes and realized she was still sitting on the bed, holding a freshly opened can of soda in her hand.

Moonlight filtered through the tattered curtains, drawing a thin white line on the floor.

Sylvia sat next to her, the sandwich wrapper still unopened, the beer can full.

Nothing ever happened.

Except for the fact that there was an extra girl in the bed.

Barefoot, silver-haired, with an exquisitely beautiful face, she wore a white silk eye mask.

She sat between the two of them, her weight creating a shallow indentation in the mattress. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back, the ends spreading across the blankets like a piece of unfurled silk.

The girl was looking at them with a smile, the corners of her mouth curving into a beautiful arc.

There was another person standing next to the bed, with short gray hair, fluffy cat ears standing up on his head, and a pair of light blue eyes lazily half-closed. He had a blade of grass in his mouth and waved to the two of them.

It is Felix, Freya's mentor after she escaped from the palace, who is in charge of the legend of "Lover".

"And who is this...?"

Freya's mouth was agape, and Sylvia's hand was on the hilt of her sword, which she did not draw.

The silver-haired girl spoke, her voice soft and gentle, like moonlight floating in the air, or like the wind blowing across harp strings:

"I am the Holy Maiden of the Holy Kingdom, Serafina, the 'Wheel of Fortune.' I am here on the Pope's orders to investigate the death of the Obsidian Bishop."

Chapter 73, Useless Bean Bun!

Investigating the Obsidian case?

Sylvia and Freya were both startled.

Oh no, oh no, could they be after us?

Sylvia had heard from her father that the Holy Kingdom would send people to investigate the case, but who would have thought it would happen so soon!

And the one who came was none other than the Holy Maiden of Prophecy, a legendary figure with a thousand-year history! Could he possibly hide his affairs from her?

Moonlight streamed in through the broken window, falling on their pale faces.

The two had no idea about their previous conflict. They quickly bowed, their backs soaked with cold sweat that had dampened a small patch of their pajamas.

The saintess tilted her head slightly, her long silver hair shimmering softly in the moonlight. A white silk eye mask concealed her eyes, but the curve of her lips was as gentle as a painting.

“I already ‘foresaw’ Obsidian’s betrayal of the church. Although I couldn’t see what happened in the dungeon clearly, based on Freya’s abilities just now… the ‘witch’ who killed Obsidian and took the Spear of Fire, was you?”

Freya was sweating profusely, her fingers unconsciously clenching the corner of the blanket until her knuckles turned white.

Not only was it about Obsidian, but his own identity had also been exposed...

However, upon closer reflection, if Professor Felix knew about this, it's impossible that Saintess Serafina, as their colleague, wouldn't have been unaware as well.

As the prophetic saint who wields the "Wheel of Fortune," Serafina's authority is primarily of two kinds: prophecy of fate and the culmination of cause and effect, as well as the "restart" that represents the cycle.

The giant serpent that just erased the fact of their battle and reversed time was the mythical creature form in which the Saintess wielded her authority, the "Serpent of Destiny." And the only thing capable of bringing the Saintess from the Holy Kingdom to Silvershine City so quickly was the speed force of her teacher, Felix, whom she had just prayed to.

Thinking of this, Freya and Sylvia exchanged a glance, and they both guessed what had happened.

Sylvia glared fiercely at Freya, her meaning clear: "It's all your fault!"

Freya spread her hands innocently, her pink hair still messy, with a "what does this have to do with me" expression on her face: "If you don't kill me, will I scream for help?"

Sylvia narrowed her eyes and curled her lips down: "You were the one who started this! I just wanted to slap you, why did you run away!"

Freya put her hands on her hips and raised her chin slightly: "You've already used a puppet, and you still just want to slap me?"

Sylvia puffed out her chest confidently: "What if you hide if I don't control you?"

Freya rolled her eyes: "Don't you listen to people?"

Sylvia smiled and said, "We haven't spoken, have we? We've been communicating with our expressions and eyes the whole time."

The saintess tilted her head, her long silver hair slipping off her shoulder: "You two fought so fiercely before, but you seem to have a very good relationship. You can even chat with your eyes."

"No way!"

The two of them snorted coldly at the same time and turned their heads away.

But after the battle, their anger subsided considerably.

Freya regretted deliberately provoking Sylvia, and Sylvia also felt a little guilty about what she had done, but she got angry as soon as she saw Freya.

Neither of them wanted to apologize first, so they focused their attention on Saintess Serafina.

"Your Holiness, may I ask you to keep this a secret?" Freya clasped her hands together and winked cutely.