Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Both women have legendary backers and are both at the Gold rank. Sylvia has the support of the judicial system and the church, while Navel has the military-industrial complex. Naturally, they are mortal enemies.

Now that Cheng Cheng has brought five Gold Saints to the underground city, Navel's territory will naturally be interpreted by her as "Sylvia wanting to interfere with her army."

"The Primal God Cult seems to have a grand plan on the fifteenth floor, to summon the Daughter of Death," Cheng Cheng explained. "The Holy Maiden suspects it likely refers to the 'Death Demon' among the Demon Lords. It's a matter of great importance, which is why we've come to help..."

"unnecessary."

Navel said decisively, tapping her finger on the table: "That remnant of the Genshin Impact cult, 'Vicious Rose,' has been captured and is being interrogated."

Cheng Cheng was slightly taken aback: "So fast? Did they get anything out of you?"

According to his guess, this Gold Saint of the Primordial God Cult was likely related to tomorrow's event quest "Witnessing the Death of the Gods in the Wasteland", and must have done something big... How did he get caught like this?

“No.” Navel shook her head. “He’s very stubborn; you can’t get anything out of him. They’re preparing to execute him at noon tomorrow.”

Cheng Cheng thought for a moment, then pointed to Li Xianyu: "I have a necromancer here who is skilled in soul searching..."

"If you're not afraid that your companions will become Genshin Impact cultists, you're welcome to give it a try."

Navel sneered, her eyes piercing like knives: "That guy placed a demonic contract in his soul, so any direct soul-searching technique will directly confront the shadow of the Primal. That's the Primal God Cult's initiation ceremony; any normal person would go crazy after watching it, or at least become a devout Primal God follower."

Cheng Cheng opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He really wanted to say that all five of us here are Genshin Impact cult members, and we've all gone through the Genshin Impact cult's initiation ceremony...

"In short, this is none of your business."

Navel glanced at the wall clock; the hands pointed to 11:40. "It's already quite late. Just rest in the barracks tonight. Tomorrow you can take 'Vicious Rose's' head back to receive your orders—this little bit of credit is yours."

Navel's meaning was clear: eradicating the Genshin Impact cult was Sylvia's achievement and political capital in her bid for queen. I won't compete with you for it, but you shouldn't try to interfere with my power and capital in the military.

Cheng Cheng glanced at the wall clock and sighed, "Alright."

It's almost midnight, I have to go back.

The game world and real time are basically synchronized, while reality is in an endless loop of Witch's Night—meaning you have to exit the game before 12 o'clock, then be looped back to 10 o'clock in reality to wake up before you can re-enter the game.

Even if I still have ideas now, I don't have time to do them.

Let's see tomorrow.

Cheng Cheng and the others thanked Navel and left with the adjutant.

…………

Navel was assigned a military officer's suite.

It's quite large, with three rooms and a living room—one for Paul, one for Li Xianyu and her Wanye Corpse Immortal, and one for Cheng Cheng, Freya, and Bugu.

Originally, Bugu and Li Xianyu were supposed to share a room—but she couldn't stand the stench of the corpse on Wanye Corpse Immortal, and Li Xianyu didn't want to sleep anywhere outside the coffin... After some arguing, Bugu had no choice but to squeeze into a room with Cheng Cheng.

"What does Navel mean by this? It feels like she's looking down on us!"

As soon as she entered the room, Bugu complained unhappily, throwing her coat onto the bed, revealing a black camisole underneath.

The halter top slipped down her shoulder, but Bugu didn't notice. Cheng Cheng, however, couldn't help but stare at it a few more times.

Until Sylvia stopped him.

"Alright, alright, you've had a busy day. Get some rest. We have things to do tomorrow."

As Cheng Cheng spoke, he took off his shoes and threw himself onto the bed first.

Bugu chuckled and pulled Freya onto the bed. Freya stumbled and fell onto Cheng Cheng, her face bumping into his chest.

"Well……"

She let out a muffled groan, her ears turning red.

Cuckoo lay at the foot of the bed, her feet dangling in the air, wiggling off her sneakers. Then, with her small foot clad in fishnet stockings, she deftly picked up a bottle of water from the table and tossed it to Cheng Cheng: "Want some water?"

Cheng Cheng couldn't refuse.

After finishing my water, it was already 11:58, and the second hand of the wall clock was ticking away.

It was too late to take a shower and change into pajamas.

Cheng Cheng glanced at the wall clock and said softly to Sylvia, "I'm leaving now. I'll come back at the same time tomorrow."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, touched the system panel with his mind, and clicked to exit the game.

It's black in front of you.

At the same time, Sylvia shuddered, regained control of her body, and her fingers curled slightly.

Freya, who had been close to him, also noticed Cheng Cheng's departure. She snorted and moved a little further away, pulling the blanket away from him.

As night deepened, all three were exhausted and quickly fell asleep, their breathing rising and falling in sync.

Occasionally, the distant sound of artillery fire could be heard outside the window, muffled like thunder.

…………

Half an hour later.

Suddenly, Bugu rolled over and sat up, her movements swift and decisive, unlike someone who had just woken up.

She leaned down, quietly gazing at Sylvia's sleeping face, reached out to brush a strand of hair from her bangs, and a smile curved her lips:

"Ah~ I waited for you for so long, and you slept with me so soon after we met, and then ran away after we slept together..."

"Scumbag!"

"But... I just love you just the way you are~"

With a soft hum, Bugu got out of bed, put on her shoes, gently opened the door, and walked outside.

Light from the corridor peeked through the crack in the door, a thin, long line of light that was quickly swallowed up by the door.

As silence and darkness returned, Sylvia, who had kept her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

His pale red eyes were icy cold.

…………

reality.

Cheng Cheng unplugged the brain-computer interface, sat up in bed, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Then, his eyes widened.

Wait, something's not right!

Who is Bugu?

Why did I never have any memories of her before, yet I took it for granted that she was just an ordinary teammate?

What does it mean?

What are "ordinary" and "taken for granted"?

I watched another episode.

No! This isn't the time to think about that!

The events on the fourteenth floor are not over yet. A monster disguised as one of their teammates is currently with Sylvia and the others!

My wives are in danger!

Cheng Cheng quickly picked up the virtual reality headset, just about to put it on—

On the wall, the clock ticked away, and the hour hand reached twelve o'clock!

Reboot!

Cheng Cheng froze, his fingers hovering over the helmet, not yet fastening it, when everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight had filled the entire room.

There are three messages on my phone:

"Mu Yuan: Call me back when you wake up."

"Mu Yuan: Before 10 o'clock"

Mu Yuan: Never mind, just come straight to the lab when you wake up.

Time has been reset.

Cheng Cheng stood there, stunned. The cold sweat on his back hadn't dried yet, and new sweat was already pouring out.

During the ten hours I reset myself, ten hours of the game actually passed!

Sylvia and the others stayed with that monster for a full ten hours, and had no idea what was happening!

? Chapter 82, The Girl’s Secret☆

It was one in the morning, in a pitch-black dungeon.

As soon as the cuckoo stepped into the deepest level, the damp, musty smell mixed with the stench of blood hit him, followed by a series of slapping sounds and the shouts of the jailers:

"Will you tell or not! Will you tell or not! Will you tell or not!"

Pushing open the door, one sees the dark and damp depths of the dungeon, where Vicious Rose is chained to a rack, his wrists and ankles bound by specially made forbidden shackles; while a jailer, holding a whip, laughs with excitement, raising the leather whip covered in salt high and lashing it again and again at his body.

The wicked rose's thin prison clothes were already soaked with blood, and each whip mark revealed bruised and purple flesh, throbbing in agony with the whip's movements, over and over again.

"Will you talk or not! Will you talk or not!"

The jailer's hoarse roar made the iron shackles rattle.

"Mmm..." The vicious rose struggled painfully with her mouth stuffed shut.

Why don't you take the strip of cloth off?

"What are you doing?" Bugu stopped at the door and asked curiously, "Did you find out anything?"

The jailer finally snapped out of his excitement and turned around, looking confused. "What are you asking?"

So you didn't even ask!

"Then why did you hit him!"

A smile crept across the jailer's face: "That feels great!"