There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

"This instance doesn’t allow communication, and I didn’t tell you I was participating in the event, so how did you find me?"

By a table in the church, Duan Fei looked at Jinghong in confusion, little question marks floating above his head.

"Does that even need asking? It’s love!" declared the Little Nun, who had bustled over, her tone full of conviction.

"Mm, it’s out of concern for my brother-in-arms," Jinghong said, calmly sipping her milk, though a storm was raging in her heart.

Although her grandmother’s advice said that no one dislikes a woman who takes the initiative, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Her grandmother had also mentioned that if it were that easy, she wouldn’t have had to wait so long herself.

"Is that so?" the Little Nun looked at Jinghong dubiously, then leaned in close and whispered, "That’s the smell of a lie."

"And I smell the stench of death."

The Little Nun shivered instantly, her primal instincts telling her that the other woman wasn’t joking.

’If I keep digging into this, I’m going to die.’

Trembling, the Little Nun walked over to Father Ken, tugging his robe and whispering, "Father Ken, that person is so scary. Could she be a murderous maniac from the north?"

"I think you were the one at fault. God once said to let the secrets of others remain secret, and not to pry into them."

"There are too many words in the Holy Scripture for me to understand."

"You’ve nearly worn out some of the pages. You know which parts I’m talking about."

While the Little Nun was blushing and trying to think of an excuse, the Lone Ranger suddenly spoke up. "Now that everyone’s here, I should get going."

"Where are you going?" Duan Fei asked, confused.

"I don’t like working in a team, so I’m going to search for information on my own. Don’t worry, I’m the Lone Ranger; nothing will go wrong. But if you guys run into trouble, I’ll consider coming to help you. That’s it, I’m leaving."

With a cool turn, the Lone Ranger looked as suave as a slow-motion scene from a movie. The way he adjusted his hood made the Shadow God’s heart flutter, who couldn’t help but say, "So cool! I have to learn that move."

Duan Fei also watched the Lone Ranger, but he wasn’t paying attention to his movements. Instead, he was focused on the large character above his head.

"Danger."

He didn’t know when the character had appeared, but from the moment it did, the originally black character grew redder and redder.

When it finally glowed a brilliant red, the Lone Ranger suddenly let out a muffled grunt, involuntarily fell to his knees, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Lone Ranger, did you eat something bad?" Duan Fei asked with concern. "You can’t just eat random dog poop you find on the street."

The Lone Ranger shot Duan Fei a fierce glare. Just as he was about to retort, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing that the Lone Ranger was on the verge of kicking the bucket, Duan Fei unhurriedly scratched Yan Yuan’s head. Yan Yuan, resigned to its fate, flew forward and dripped a drop of its blood into the Lone Ranger’s mouth.

After they moved the Lone Ranger, who was covered in cold sweat, to a bed, Father Ken came forward, checked his condition, and said with certainty, "It’s a plague. Did you touch a gemstone or anything like that?"

"Yes... back at the camp."

"Mm, you must have been infected then. Just rest for a few days. We’ll take good care of you, so you have nothing to worry about."

"...Mm."

After the Priest left, the Lone Ranger covered his face with the quilt and whispered, "I just want to die."

’At that moment, the Lone Ranger wished he could log off immediately to escape this scene of social death.’

’Why did it have to flare up at this exact moment?!’

’If I’d known this would happen, I would have rather it flared up outside and let me die out there than come here.’

’It was supposed to be a perfect moment to show off, but the plague turned it into a joke. The Lone Ranger had no idea how he was going to face everyone now.’

Outside the door, the Shadow God recalled the scene and whispered, "Suddenly, I don’t feel like that move was so cool after all."

At that moment, the Lone Ranger’s defenses were shattered.

’He cursed his excellent hearing, which allowed him to hear everyone’s whispers with perfect clarity.’

’He also cursed his itchy fingers. Why did he have to pick up that damn gemstone?’

’But now, all he could do was stare at the dilapidated wooden ceiling, tears of regret streaming down his face.’

Sitting back down at the table, Duan Fei had both groups introduce themselves and analyze their intel, then he began to ponder what he had just seen.

’No one else had seen the "Danger" character above the Lone Ranger’s head, which was a bit strange.’

’The character had been frighteningly bright, so bright it made Bald Qiang, who was standing nearby, look even balder by comparison.’

’Then, after the Lone Ranger collapsed and consumed Yan Yuan’s blood, the character vanished.’

’After sorting through the relevant circumstances,’ Duan Fei asked in his heart, ’Is this my Talent Effect? Could it be that this effect lets me see other people’s current safety status?’

The Description for the Gift of Chaos began to change, displaying Duan Fei’s speculation on it and confirming that his guess was correct.

However, the text wasn’t fully revealed, indicating there was still some information Duan Fei hadn’t figured out.

’Seeing the blank space before the word "people," Duan Fei recalled that he hadn’t seen the status of the Priest and the Nun back then. So, the difference between them was...’

After organizing his thoughts, Duan Fei asked in his heart, ’I can see the safety status of certain people with Extraordinary Power.’

The Mist over the text dissipated, showing his guess was correct.

Having deduced the effect of his Talent, Duan Fei stroked his jawbone and began to think about how he could use this Talent.

Beside him, the Darts Guest had finished sharing his intel.

The Darts Guest had almost no special skills; his only specialty was throwing darts, which wasn’t a particularly outstanding trait in a game filled with powerful experts.

His Attributes in every area were a little higher than average, but not by much. This made his performance mediocre in all respects, and he was often forgotten when among a group of extraordinary players.

He also had his own pet, a very, very dumb dog. It couldn’t sing, dance, rap, and act as a pistol like Yan Yuan; nor could it be like Jinghong’s pet cat, the Witch, which could assign quests to its master and even give out rewards.

But he loved his dog. He loved it very, very much.

At that moment, the dog was dozing in his arms. The one-month-old puppy loved to sleep, its eyes hidden beneath wrinkled eyelids, looking incredibly cute.

The Darts Guest was as mediocre as his little dog, but he didn’t think there was anything wrong with being mediocre.

It was precisely because of his mediocrity that he was able to unite these players, help Jinghong cross the corpse-filled Southern Territory, and arrive here.

Mediocrity was the lubricant, the indispensable gear in the team that connected everyone to him.

Mediocre, and aware of his own mediocrity, the Darts Guest was a classic support-type team leader.

Only he could integrate such disparate people into a team.

After organizing the existing intel and consolidating what both groups knew, the Darts Guest looked at Duan Fei, knowing it was time for the skeleton to make his move.

"Duan Someone, what do you think?" the Darts Guest asked expectantly.

"With my eyes?"

"You don’t have any!"

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