Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"But you don't believe me?"

"Ah."

In the darkness, Sylvia suddenly smiled.

The laughter was soft, tinged with a hint of smugness and boastfulness.

"I don't believe it either. But it doesn't matter."

Who he is doesn't matter. What matters is that he trusts me, and I will trust him too.

Freya: "..."

We've been best friends since childhood, we're both victims controlled by a mysterious person, we're the ones who should be standing together.

So how did you end up in cahoots with the kidnapper?!

Freya began to suspect that Sylvia was indeed ill.

After hesitating for a long time, Freya tentatively asked, "You... like him?"

"I do not know."

At this point, Sylvia looked somewhat confused.

When she first met Freya, she could clearly feel a sudden surge of love and hatred within her—although those feelings vanished a few minutes later, Sylvia remembered them, and that's why she's been looking at Mr. Mambo strangely all day.

and……

“Perhaps it’s because I feel like I’m special…” Sylvia murmured, “so I was a little unhappy when I found out that Mr. Mambo could also control other people.”

"I see..."

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking about this, go to sleep."

Sylvia's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Freya responded and closed her eyes.

In her dazed state, she felt something wrap around her.

A hand reached out from behind, encircling her waist, then a soft thigh slipped between her legs, wrapping tightly around her, warm breath brushing against the back of her neck. Even breathing came from behind her, and the hands tightened their grip, while another arm quietly encircled her neck, gently tightening its hold.

Freya froze.

"Um... Sister, you're pressing down on me and I can't breathe, I can't breathe..."

"Don't make a fuss... Just like that, when Mr. Mambo controls you tomorrow, I want to hug him the moment he takes control."

"What if he chooses to control you and hold me?"

"Then I'll have no choice but to assassinate the princess."

Freya: "..."

Help! ! !

…………

Going back to reality.

Cheng Cheng took off his virtual reality headset and glanced at the clock on the wall.

11 o'clock.

Just like in the game.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the clock, motionless. Time ticked by, until the hour hand struck twelve.

It's black in front of you.

When I opened my eyes again, sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, and there were 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.

Cheng Cheng glanced at the time—10:40.

It's the same day again.

He didn't rush to reply to the message, but instead turned on his computer and opened the character interface of "Fate/Immortal Crown".

"The Judgment of the End of Light, Sylvia de Claire"

Level: 30

Combat Power: 3900

"Intimacy: 45 (75% attribute sharing)"

"Freya: A Dream of the Past"

Level: 38

Combat Power: 4600

"Intimacy: 1 (31% attribute sharing)"

Cheng Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he guessed.

The real-world cycle will not affect the game's save data. Time progresses normally in the game, and you will not be stuck on the same day as in reality.

That's good.

He thought for a moment, put on the virtual reality headset, and logged in again.

Select character: Freya.

…………

It's black in front of you.

When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly found myself enveloped in a warm and soft space.

what?

Before I was fully conscious, sensations of touch were already flooding in from all directions.

soft.

Warm.

Clinging to the curves of the body and wrapping around the skin of the limbs, a faint fragrance wafts into the nostrils—the scent of shower gel with a hint of sweetness.

The girl clung to him like an octopus, or like a sleeping teddy bear, her soft limbs wrapped around his calves, her toes rubbing against his ankles, carrying an unconscious intimacy in her sleep.

Cheng Cheng froze.

He struggled to lift his head, and a sleeping face was right in front of him.

Her long, silvery-white hair was scattered on the pillow, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and trembling gently with her breath. Her long eyelashes cast two shadows on her face, occasionally fluttering.

Cheng Cheng's heart stirred. Each eyelash was clearly countable, as if counting time.

It's Sylvia.

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With the girl's serene and charming sleeping face so close to his eyes, Cheng Cheng froze, his head still turned away, not daring to move an inch.

Seemingly sensing the movement of the person in his arms, the girl murmured unconsciously and hugged him even tighter. Cheng Cheng immediately felt a soft mass...

wrong.

hard?

Cheng Cheng lowered his head in confusion, and beneath his snow-white collarbone stretched an endless plain.

hateful……

Such stunning looks, and so "rich"! It's almost unfair that a girl like that exists!!

Cheng Cheng quickly looked away, not daring to look again—after all, he often saw military slogans on the wall when he was a child: "Aim your camera at the airport, and you'll be in prison"—he didn't want to become a prisoner.

While I was pondering, a voice suddenly exploded in my mind.

"Mr. Mambo—!!!"

It's Freya.

"You've finally arrived! Waaaaaah! Help me!!!"

"……What's wrong?"

"She held me like that all night! All night! I couldn't sleep at all!"

"I understand." Cheng Cheng nodded.

"Wait, it seems we don't understand the same thing."

Just then, Sylvia's eyelashes trembled, and her light red eyes slowly opened.

Sylvia's bewildered gaze focused on Cheng Cheng's face. She blinked, and then the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile.

Good morning, Mr. Mambo.

Her voice was soft and languid, like a freshly baked marshmallow, carrying the languor of someone who had just woken up.

“No, I am Freya.” Cheng Cheng said with a straight face.

"That's a lie."

Sylvia chuckled and reached out to lightly tap Cheng Cheng's nose, saying matter-of-factly, "Freya would never look at me like that."

She paused, then buried her face in the crook of his neck again, taking a deep breath, like a cat yearning for its owner's warmth.

“It has nothing to do with any of that,” Freya’s voice echoed in his mind. “She woke up two hours ago.”

"what?"

"After confirming that I was still Freya, she kept holding me, and I couldn't even go to the bathroom..." Freya cried, "She pretended to be asleep for two whole hours! Didn't she want to go to the bathroom in the morning?"

She's very patient.