Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1095 The Eldar's Relaxation

Outside the sacred land of the raccoon tribe, the giant tower once again returned to its place on the base of the giant stone cart. Xia Jin's army silently moved in small teams to reorganize their formation, like streams branching out from the pool of water on the beach after the tide receded, silent, quiet, chaotic but orderly, and will eventually flow into the sea.

Zuo Xi sat among these chaotically moving troops, like a reef rooted in the wet sand.

She was concentrating on writing down her "inspirations" in her shorthand notebook and constantly thinking along these lines.

"[Qi Mo] isn't limited to transforming into a [Professional Item]. He deliberately mentioned 'restrictions', perhaps as a sign of caution. But if this is his [Professional Item], then perhaps this behavior isn't just out of caution and concealment, but rather carries a deeper meaning—or perhaps he's holding back out of habit, rather than deliberately concealing some special meaning? This cannot be confirmed at this time."

"The method he used to escape the blockade was very sophisticated. He was able to disappear instantly and beyond my tracking range. This was also completely unexpected to me. He had never used such a method before. Perhaps it was a newly acquired ability, or perhaps it was a trump card he had never used before."

"The most crucial thing is the white thread that caused me to be trapped in the past and dispelled the dual abilities of my [Pen] and [Ink Bottle]. I have reason to suspect that this originated from the power of the Hell Mountain Demon that caused a direct conflict between the 'Order' and the 'Free Alliance'."

"Is it a borrowed ability? No. Judging from the strength and the appearance of the woman in ancient costume, I tend to think that the real 'demon' is in him."

"Does this mean his relationship with Zhu Ming is even closer than I imagined? No. Lending [items] of this level doesn't qualify as a 'close relationship.' This is no longer reasonable, and neither the giver nor the receiver is justified. We need to prioritize other possibilities: given the close relationship between the two, perhaps the lending in this instance is also a 'special case.'"

Thinking of this, Zuo Xi suddenly realized something and turned the page - where the "metaphorical story" she had received in this game was recorded.

The story tells of a writer who, while observing mice fighting in the wild, accidentally encountered a young cicada that was just breaking out of the soil. Compared with the cicadas the writer was familiar with, this cicada seemed to have broken out of the soil a little earlier. It looked weak, and the place where it broke out of the soil happened to be in the center of the mice fight. At the same time, there were birds and mantises in the trees staring at the young cicada, some with malice, and some with ambiguous attitudes.

Even among the metaphorical stories Zuo Xi had obtained, this story ranked among the top in terms of "level of abstraction".

But at this moment, Zuo Xi suddenly realized something.

"If this metaphor points to him, does it mean that this [Instance] is crucial and dangerous to him, so much so that Zhu Ming is willing to temporarily lend him the demon to ensure he can get through this difficult time? But how did they know that their next [Instance] would be crucial and dangerous?"

Zuo Xi paused here.

There is a critical and dangerous [copy] that players will be informed of a week in advance so they can prepare, and every player will experience it at least once as long as they don't die too quickly.

But if that's the case...

"'Director' Lin Yu concealed the length of time he participated in the game?"

Zuo Xi shook his head, crossed out this line of inference, and wrote a new one.

"Director Lin Yu's 'Level-Up Trial' might be equal to or even lower than every 'five' 'Instances'."

This was a line of reasoning that almost went against common sense among the "player" community, but after Zuo Xi wrote it down, he felt...

This is very possible.

"As expected of the 'protagonist'."

Zuo Xi muttered, then closed the notebook.

Zuo Xi wrote these down at this moment, not to display any ability, but simply... because he really wanted to record them.

This is a record as a "writer" rather than a "player".

Although Zuo Xi knew that her memory and logical thinking were quite good, she was able to memorize things very quickly when she was a student, faster than anyone around her.

But for a creator like her who has an almost obsessive pursuit of words and stories, her superior memory and logical thinking are still not reliable enough.

She couldn't bear the consequences of losing or not fully utilizing these precious inspirations, so she would write down the entire process of her thinking - what's more, she was happy to write it down.

After putting away the "notebook", Zuo Xi stood up and looked at the messenger who had been waiting beside him for a long time.

And the witch Chuncang beside the messenger.

"It's surprising that your young master didn't try to shift the blame onto me for not taking action in time."

Zuo Xi spoke calmly, and Chun Cang spoke humbly.

"That's not true, Senior. Although the Young Master is reckless, he still knows who he cannot afford to offend. My master has also reminded him of this."

"We relied on the guidance of our seniors to break through the maze before, not to mention that you also helped us drive away one person..."

Zuo Xi sighed. When she heard Chun Cang mention it, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"Drive away? Actually, they didn't catch him."

"Although I was prepared for the possibility that he might escape, I still felt that if I had done a little better, maybe I could have done it."

"Never mind. There's no point mourning over spilled milk."

What's more, it wasn't a spill, it was just the milk carton that took off running.

"Sorry for talking too much. Anyway... I want to tell you, Young Master, that I will participate in the next siege."

Zuo Xi responded to Chun Cang and made up his mind.

If this [copy] is really Lin Yu's [Level 3] [Upgrade Trial]... then it would be better for me not to disturb him as much as possible.

If necessary, you may even need to help the other person.

because……

"Once you reach 'Level 3', you'll be able to craft [Exclusive Items] and unlock [Maps]..."

She really wanted to see what Lin Yu's [exclusive props] were, or at least see what he could do after getting the [exclusive props].

……

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At the same time, in the Northern Territory Palace.

Lin Yu had already come close to the foot of the iron palace. The steel wall seemed to be embedded between heaven and earth. The bright and cold moonlight was reflected on it, making it even colder and harder, so bright that people's eyes subconsciously wanted to dodge.

This palace is even more magnificent than it appears from a distance. The silent and cold high walls make Lin Yu feel as if he has seen the concrete "Iron Curtain".

However, instead of being impressed by the grandeur of the Northern Territory Royal Palace, Lin Yu was more "worried" at the moment.

"Stiller, are you sure those demons who came to ask for help have reached this 'Northern Territory Palace'?"

Stiller responded, "I'm pretty sure, boss."

Lin Yu leaned against the city wall and whispered, "That's strange... The Spirits should have known about the 'Xia Jin raid' by now, so why is there no movement at the Northern Territory Palace?"

There were no messengers coming in or out, no mobilized teams - along the way, Lin Yu did not feel the increase in the number of Eldar sentinels patrolling the periphery, and he did not even see those sentinels being particularly alert.

Compared to the information they already knew...

That's too relaxed!