How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel

Anyway, it was Miss Fox who came into contact with us afterward.

Iselin nodded and asked the cold-faced man, "How much do you know about the organizers of this game?"

The cold-faced man shook his head.

He didn't know much about the game organizers either, and even as a participant in the game, it was difficult for him to determine which side was actually the game organizer.

After all, human power has completely disappeared, and the game organizers could not possibly be related to humans.

But the game's organizers seem to be fighting against the mystery.

"At first, the intervals between games were quite long, with a considerable rest period after each mission. However, as the game's progression became more and more backward, the rest periods became shorter and shorter."

This is the most objective statement from the cold-faced man.

Regardless of who the game's organizers are, they are currently openly fighting against the mysterious, but because humanity has no way to advance, they have suffered repeated setbacks and retreated all the way to the 19th century.

"And you, who exactly are you?"

The cold-faced man stared at Iserline's white coat, his eyes almost overflowing with doubt.

He was spared the effects of the backward era because he was chosen as a participant in the game, but what about Iserline?

How can humans, without power, maintain themselves and remain in the 21st century even in a regressive era?

Could it be that—

"Yes, it's the one you're thinking of, the one that's difficult."

Suddenly a voice came, and the cold-faced man immediately turned his baton around.

The pixelated face was practically shoved right in his face!?

Just as the female college student's eyes widened and her throat trembled as she was about to scream, a small hand reached out from behind her and covered her mouth.

"Don't make any noise here," Naya reminded her.

Nia was still asleep, and a scream coming from the quiet library would have a strong penetrating effect; Naya didn't want to experience that.

The female college student had clearly misunderstood the situation; with a look of terror on her face, she grabbed her own neck, making herself unable to make a sound.

It really left Naya speechless.

"you..."

A snowman with a pixelated head, and a succubus.

The cold-faced man looked at the baton in his hand, his voice distorted.

Pointing at Iserline, he asked, "You've sided with the Mysteries?!"

"Soliciting allies from the mysterious chess world?" Isabelle glanced at Naya, "Shouldn't that be considered... I guess it's also a mysterious type..."

"Kreece-type...?" The cold-faced man was slightly taken aback, then his expression turned to wild joy: "Could this be a newly discovered path to advancement for humanity!?"

“Emmmmmm…” Naya was speechless for a moment, thinking about how best to answer.

After all, they were all transmigrators like Ye Qing, and it was hard to guarantee that the cold-faced man didn't have transmigrator PTSD, and that he would lose control of his emotions as soon as he mentioned it.

"Knowledge is not a good path to advancement. It leads to madness, and the further you go, the madder you become."

However, while Naya had this concern, Miss Fox had no intention of indulging the cold-faced man.

While reverting to human form, they also directly revealed their identity.

"By the way, we, like Ye Qing, came from another world."

Miss Fox never deliberately concealed her identity as a time traveler.

Hearing this, Naya slapped herself on the forehead, marveling at how worthy she was of Ah Hu.

As Naya Li had feared, the cold-faced man trembled, lost control of his emotions, grabbed a baton and tried to fight Miss Fox, only to be bound hand and foot by the vines that appeared.

This made both Lu Ren and the female college student wary of the three of them.

"As expected of you, you managed to ruin the conversation in just a few words," Iselin complained.

"What does it matter? They can't help us with anything except providing information," Miss Fox shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly unconcerned. "You don't expect them to help deal with those mysterious locations, do you?"

While the game organizers' intentions are not yet fully confirmed, it is certain that dismantling the stage will not be a problem.

On the surface, the game's organizers' goal is to have 21st-century people unravel the mysteries as much as possible, in order to prevent human society from regressing to a primitive tribal state all at once.

"However, since the humans in this world have lost their powers, the game's organizers are most likely not human. We'll have to make contact to find out their true purpose."

Naya: "So, we've come full circle and ended up back where we started...?"

Ensure the participants survive, then contact the game organizers.

Iselin: "At least because the information was updated, the restriction that the stage could not be dismantled was lifted."

Yes, without the restriction of dismantling the stage, it's now Miss Fox's performance time.

If you kill all the mysterious creatures in the vicinity, you can then follow the participants to meet the game organizers.

"Come on! It's Show Time!"

Miss Fox made a gesture of putting something on her finger.

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Author's Note:

P.S.: Why is there still overtime?

The update will be delayed; it should be approved tomorrow.

As the title says _(:з」∠)_

I just had some free time to start writing, and then I realized it's almost 9 PM. Chapters that are past 9 PM usually won't be released until tomorrow.

I didn't expect there would be overtime! ∠( ? 」∠)＿

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Chapter 1119 Is this considered a primordial spirit residing in the void?

"First of all, it's the first one!"

I left the library and arrived at the bar in the back alley.

Miss Fox simply ignored the bar staff's attempts to stop her and continued to press the eerie tale on the door.

The mystery surrounding this bar was confirmed when the map was opened; it wasn't that the bar itself was so mysterious, but rather that the door led to two different bars.

One is a normal bar, with no problems whatsoever.

One is the bar ghost story itself—a mysterious world the size of a bead pasted on the door, which will take anyone who accidentally touches it to a terrifying and crazy underworld.

Miss Fox just doesn't respond to the effects; she can't get in even if you touch her.

"Miss, we're not open yet; the bar is still being cleaned..."

The bar staff were still grumbling.

Miss Fox didn't seem to care. She carefully examined the "bead" she was holding, and found that the world inside it was exactly the same as the layout of the bar.

The dance hall, kitchen, wine cellar, and even the appearance of the staff are all perfectly replicated one-to-one.

There are also many different kinds of "guests" dancing around.

"Oh, there are a few unlucky guys inside!"

Under the spiritual observation of the dream, one can clearly see several students following a certain rule, swirling around in a "bar".

Their hands trembled as they held up the glasses, but they held on, their gaze unwavering as they stared intently at the wine in their hands, their careful movements making it seem as if the liquid in the glass was their very blood.

Yes, it is indeed their blood.

From a spiritual perspective, the liquid flowing in these people's veins is wine, while what's in the glasses is their individual blood.

Although it is their blood, the blood content in the wine glass is no more than half.

It was diluted as they added wine again and again.

Why add more wine?

Naturally, one would take a sip when toasted by someone.

They seemed quite concerned about the amount of liquid in their glasses, and would anxiously ask the bartender to refill them when they were more than half full, only breathing a sigh of relief when the liquid in the glass was over eight-tenths full.

『 』（empty）: They must have been misled by the rules of bar ghost stories, but I have no evidence.

Silver Hair Supreme: Will the bar devour them when all the blood in their glasses turns into wine?!

Kamen Rider Anti-Entropy: There's no need to know about this kind of thing, why not just destroy this bar ghost story?

Conan Edogawa: ...Let's put the mystery aside for now; human lives are definitely more important.

Indeed, there's no need to understand the rules of bar ghost stories; just ignore them.

Miss Fox nodded, agreeing with Iserline's statement.

So, with a gentle flick of spiritual energy, the students inside were pulled out, and then the bead was crushed.

"Alas?"

Just as Miss Fox was about to take out the diluted HP potion, she discovered that the students she had pulled out were perfectly fine.

With his blood vessels filled with alcohol, he acted like a normal person, and there was no discernible difference.

One Person, Two Roles: Kiyohime: A Bar Ghost Story That Mixes Up the Concepts of Wine and Blood?

Seven-Colored Leopard Leaping Jade: Perhaps they can no longer be considered human, considering the blood in the glass is less than the amount of wine.

Newbie (just filling in the numbers): That's true, there's very little human flesh left on them; they're filled with the aura of eerie creatures.

Fallen Saint Black Cat: I defeated the final boss, but I didn't recover?

Did you defeat the final boss?

Miss Fox frowned slightly, because when she crushed the bead just now, she felt that the texture was not quite right.

Following the horrified gazes of the students she had dragged out, I looked back.

The bar's doors were wide open, and inside, the stage shone with colorful lights, where a large number of people were dancing energetically.

A bizarre tale has descended upon the bar.