Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"Bibliman...is this woman...crazy?"

"Scared out of your mind? I've seen it before. Some people talk nonsense and behave abnormally before they die."

"But she seemed... pretty happy?"

“A madman.” Bishop Cicero frowned and muttered to himself, a hint of disgust in his eyes. “To offer a mentally deranged sacrifice to our Lord is probably disrespectful to Him.”

He waved his hand, pointing to the other terrified children in the prison van: "Use those first."

Plans are in place!

Cheng Cheng was secretly delighted and became more and more enthusiastic as he worked!

However, at that moment, a clear, timid female voice rang out deep within his mind:

"Um... excuse me, who are you?"

Cheng Cheng paused for a moment.

"Who? Who's speaking?" he asked instinctively.

"Did I scare you?"

The female voice sounded again. Cheng Cheng looked around and confirmed that the voice came from his mind, not from elsewhere.

First, rule out any personality disorder, especially since a female personality has emerged; therefore, there's only one answer—

The voice came from the body's owner, Sylvia de Claire.

Yes, as the game description states, the player's goal is to "play a mysterious role, provide guidance and education to confused girls, and embark on an epic adventure."

It seems that the consciousness of these playable game characters has not been erased by the system.

"Hey, are you there?"

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Sylvia used her hidden skill of acting cute: "Say something, you've been ignoring me... Don't be so cold~ You suddenly took over my body and started doing weird things, I'm the one who got scared, okay?"

it is as expected.

His years of experience in the Daoist arts were now fully displayed. With a slight use of his extraordinary wisdom, Cheng Cheng understood the ins and outs:

The opening animation, the mysterious narration, the allied characters appearing at crucial moments... so this is where the plot guide is!

No wonder there wasn't even a tutorial! Turns out it takes time to trigger, and in my previous game saves I was just randomly killing everything at the start, so I never had a chance to listen to it!

The AI ​​dialogue for this character is actually pretty good; at first glance, I almost thought it was a real person!

Cheng Cheng frowned and thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Do you know that you were generated by AI?"

Sylvia: "Huh???"

It seems they don't know.

"Um, who exactly are you? Why are you occupying my body?" Sylvia's questions were relentless, like a million questions. "Evil spirit, angel, god, or... demon?"

Oh, so this is the player nickname selection section.

As a seasoned traveler, wanderer, captain, supervisor, master, doctor, analyst, onmyoji, producer, professor, knight... he was extremely familiar with this step.

At this point, I certainly can't use my real name, and since this world is clearly Western fantasy, a Chinese name wouldn't be very suitable either.

A Western-style name, a Western-style name... I've got it!

A flash of inspiration struck Cheng Cheng, who nodded and said, "First, I'm not cold-hearted, I'm thinking; second, my name isn't that, my name is Hakimi Mambo, and I'm a genius."

"Huh?"

Sylvia was surprised for a moment, then took a breath: "So it really is a god. I thought it was possessed by an evil spirit... Wait, a god?"

“They are great beings who are neither close to God nor close to man,” Cheng Cheng said casually. “For example, Toyokawa Shoko, Snow Leopard, and Kobe are all famous and extraordinary people.”

"Then, Mr. Mambo, why are you inside my body?"

"Don't tell you."

Sylvia: ? ? ?

"Who are those people in black robes?" Cheng Cheng asked, trying to understand the world while doing jumping jacks.

"They...they are a bunch of madmen who worship the primordial demon, worshipping the demon as a god, believing that this will grant them the demon's protection after the world's destruction. A bunch of survivors!" Sylvia's voice was filled with deep-seated hatred as she spoke. "Mr. Mambo, did you descend upon me to unleash divine punishment upon them?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Cheng Cheng continued exercising, humming a little tune.

Sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five...

Every movement of the body brings an increase in experience points and mental pleasure.

But this joy belongs only to him.

"Um, Mr. Mambo, ugh, can you stop? I feel so bad, my calves are so sore... Waaah..." The girl's voice came through her panting, "So, so tired... My body feels like it's falling apart..."

"Tired? Not at all! I feel full of energy!" Cheng Cheng said unmoved. "Let's do a hundred first!"

"But I'm so tired!"

Can't handle this? Young lady, you need to mature a bit more.

Seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty...

"Stop, stop, I can't take it anymore... Ugh, my calves are going to break, my heart is pounding so fast, please, take a break before you do it again..." the girl pleaded.

One hundred, one hundred and one, one hundred and two...

"Wait! Something's not right, wasn't it supposed to be a hundred? Waaah... my heart is about to jump out of my chest... stop it!"

231, 232...

"Ohhhhhhh..."

...Two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred!

After doing a full three hundred jumping jacks, Cheng Cheng couldn't help but pant heavily. Sweat dripped down his skin, the wooden planks under his feet were soaked, and his whole body was radiating steam.

The brain's reward mechanism is fully activated, with endorphins and dopamine being released in a frenzy, flowing throughout the body and bringing waves of comfort, or even greater excitement.

"Gulp... Kill me..." Sylvia's weak voice echoed in his mind, "Please, kill me..."

"No, you still need to train!" Cheng Cheng was somewhat addicted, then changed to a seductive tone, "Don't you want to defeat those cultists? Then you need strength! Strength isn't something you ask for; it can only come from yourself, from every sweaty training session!"

“But I’m a nobleman! I just need to wait for my father to pass on the power to me. I don’t need any power from training…” Sylvia cried. “My father said that all the suffering I’ve endured in this life was already over when my grandfather accompanied His Majesty the King to the throne…”

"Young lady, you should learn from me. No pain, no gain!" Cheng Cheng said firmly. "Relying solely on your parents will limit your achievements in this life!"

"But why do you insist on suffering?" Sylvia asked curiously. "Why don't you rely on your parents? Is it because you don't have them?"

Holy crap, who taught you that? Using such foul language!

How dare you insult me ​​like that? I'll make you scream and groan!

Cheng Cheng snorted coldly, showing no mercy: "Next, burpees, three hundred!"

"Waaaaah... Kill me, kill me..."

Ten minutes later, his body finally gave way and he collapsed onto the wooden board.

Cheng Cheng didn't let her get up immediately, but instead controlled her to stretch—the back of her thighs, calves, and back. Each stretching movement was accompanied by Sylvia's suppressed groans.

Squats, push-ups, sit-ups, burpees...

An hour passed, two hours passed...

Sylvia could only sob intermittently, and seemed to have lost consciousness.

"Aaaaaah, stop burning it! Aaaaaah!"

Outside the prison cart, another sacrifice was dragged toward the altar, its piercing screams cutting through the rainy night.

"One hundred and twenty, one hundred and twenty-one, one hundred and twenty-two..."

Inside the prison van, Cheng Cheng was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, but a satisfied smile graced his face.

"Aaaaaah—!"

"Huff...ha...huff...ha..."

"Help...devil..."

"One more set! Persistence is victory!"

Finally, after the last offering was made, a flash of golden light appeared.

Current level: 9 (maximum level reached)

Combat Power: 800 (Maximum)

"Phew..." Cheng Cheng let out a long sigh and stopped moving. "I was just a little short of level ten, why did I stop?"

A cold, impersonal system notification appeared before his eyes:

"Level breakthrough requires: Snow Mountain Dragon Bone *1"

Cheng Cheng: "..."

"As expected of a gacha game designed to trick you into spending money! They'll hoard your upgrade materials at the crucial moment! Where am I supposed to find those materials in this desolate wilderness?!"

"She stopped!"

When the cultists saw that he had finally finished his strange "ritual," they immediately surrounded him, with Cicero, who was in the lead, looking impatient.

"Whether she's insane or not, the ritual must be completed. Bring her up as the final sacrifice!"

Cheng Cheng sneered and pulled out the simple spiked club from his backpack—"Persuade with Reason": "Fine, eight hundred it is, we'll still carve a bloody path through!"

"Clang!"

He knocked the lock open with a stick, stepped out of the prison van, and without saying a word, struck the nearest cultist on the head with the stick.

"boom!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

Innate Talent - Collector Triggered: One-Hit Kill!

"kill!"

The cultists swarmed forward. But this time, Cicero didn't stand by and watch as before; to ensure the ceremony proceeded smoothly, he intervened ahead of time!