Xiaobai

Staggering, one by one, people clutched the spots of phantom pain in confusion. After confirming that they were not really dead, they all looked ahead at the blood-red, Four Wings, golden-haired angel.

Fear, awe... and also the shock and worship of unknown abilities.

[Resurrected?]

The scene of these people getting up was somewhat hellish.

[No way, I was just mourning my friend, and he got up? And he's looking at this weirdo with an idiotic expression??]

[I take back my disrespectful words, Organization, you are my god!]

[Take back +1. Next time you lie, could you at least give us a heads-up? It makes us look so stupid.]

[This angel is so cool! Wouldn't it taste even better if its wings were black?]

Lin Nieran watched the live stream, the blonde angel card in her hand gleaming.

[Angel·Fake/ Lai'er

Grade: A

Identity: Mysterious

Background: Not yet unlocked

Introduction: A False Angel fantasizes about being an angel, possessing wings but lacking the ability to fly.

One of the Rules of angels is group bonuses. The more people there are, whether enemies or allies, the stronger they are; the fewer people there are, the weaker they are.

His wings can absorb people's painful emotions, thereby increasing his own energy level, which can reach up to SS-Rank.

At the same time, due to the innate characteristic of pseudo-angels: disguise, he also possesses the ability to deceive.

Once they believe they are dead, they are truly "dead".

However, if even one of these "dead" individuals senses something is wrong, the illusion of death will be broken, and the entire group will "come back to life."

"False Angel... ultimately lacking wings to fly, he's not a true angel; his ability is only A." Lin Nieran closed the live stream and browsed the system's shop. "Do you have any real, movable wings? How about we get him some?"

[It has mechanical wings. Does the host need them?]

"A simulation?"

007's little ball wobbled from side to side, Lin Nieran understood. "I know, then let's not change it, it definitely won't look good."

These white, fluffy wings look better now.

"By the way, it's been a whole day, and I still don't know what's going on with Modian." Seeing that there wasn't much excitement on the angel's side, Lin Nieran switched to another card and continued checking.

[Host, do you need a live broadcast this time?]

"Wait... um? Why is there a live broadcast on his end?"

Qin Rang them enter the Instance as well.

"How could they run into that? What incredible luck!"

Meanwhile, inside the Real Theater Instance:

Qin Rang, An Ying, and the dark-skinned young man Le Zhengyang stood outside the Theater entrance, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Behind them was the Containment Group that had been working together: led by Wang Ningshui as the squad leader, and also the Purge Squad led by Le Zhengyang, totaling about ten people.

They had been inside for a while, but they encountered a maze of illusions outside the door, wandering around for a long time without finding a way out.

An Ying felt that the reason they hadn't managed to get out was entirely because Qin Rang, the Brains of the team, had only just woken up.

Qin Rang looked away, rubbing his head in discomfort. "I only remember being kicked by something, and then I have no memory of it. Weren't we on our way to Yangcheng? How did we end up in Instance again?"

He remembered that they were blocked by the Family Clan members as soon as they arrived near Yangcheng. But Qin Rang was prepared, and the Authorities had also intervened to win over several Yangcheng Families had been lying in ambush.

The internal strife had an outcome they had anticipated, and since there were few capable fighters in the Family Clan, they put up a fight for a while before surrendering.

But at that moment, Qin Rang heard a young man from one of the Family Clan meow like a cat, and then he was kicked hard on the back of the head by something and passed out.

An Ying thought of that fierce cat and said with a complicated expression, "Actually, you were kicked by a cat."

Qin Rang: "Huh?"

He got knocked unconscious by a cat? Are you kidding me!

Le Zhengyang suppressed a laugh, "He poured it down very cleanly and efficiently."

An Ying added, "You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. I thought you were faking your death."

"As expected of you, you unlucky fox."

Qin Rang smiled, but his eyes held a murderous glint. "Xiaobai, do you want me to help you remember why you're called Xiaobai?"

The dark-skinned youth blushed. "You dare!"

An Ying's lips twitched as she thought of a certain famous scene.

Le Zhengyang turned his head and glared at him. "Were you laughing?"

"No," An Ying said, her big, sincere pink eyes wide open.

"You answered so quickly, you're definitely laughing at me!"

"I absolutely never expected the white area on your body!" An Ying seriously.

"You still say you didn't think about it! You Damn White-Hair!!"

An Ying heard Le Zhengyang's nickname, she couldn't help but think of the time she went on a mission with him, when Le Zhengyang's clothes were mysteriously torn, his whole body was covered in black skin, except for half of his buttocks which was white.

It was so profound; a fleeting glimpse, yet it stayed with me for many years.

Although the whiteness isn't obvious, it's a very clear dividing line on his body.

After killing the monster, Qin Rang laughed at him for a whole day.

"Ahem." An Ying suppressed a laugh, but then heard her teammates behind her laughing as well.

"Now that you're awake, get to work! Hurry up and find the way!" Le Zhengyang forced a change of topic with a stern face. "These two paper figures at the door have been staring at us for ages. Aren't they creepy?"

The theater that led them astray appeared to be a building from the Republican era, with its beige exterior bearing the marks of time, exquisite reliefs carved into the walls, bright neon lights hanging at the entrance, and Roman columns supporting a wide lintel, giving it a magnificent and imposing look.

Outside such a magnificent Theater, the area in front should have been bustling with activity, with vendors hawking the day's playbill and newspapers, and rickshaws coming and going, eagerly soliciting customers.

But now there is only an empty, silent concrete wall that can be seen from end to end, an empty rickshaw left on the street corner, and some dirty posters with illegible words pasted on the wall.

They've been going around in circles for a long time, and no matter which way they go, they always end up back in front of this Theater.

There were two paper figures in elaborate opera costumes in front of the Theater, which was why they didn't rush in.

The two paper figures, one male and one female, had stiff, upward curves at the corners of their mouths, and their eyes, drawn with simple lines, stared blankly at each other.

"These two paper figures are asking us for tickets; they won't let us in without them."

Qin Rang suppressed his smile and walked to the two paper figures. The female paper figure stiffly rolled her eyes and tilted her head to look at him. "Guest, you need to pay an entrance fee."

Besides the two paper figures, there were many play posters pasted in front of the Theater entrance. The names on the posters were illegible, and the faces of the main characters were also pale paper figures, making it difficult to tell what kind of play was being performed.

Qin Rang noticed some bloodstains in the corner of the Theater entrance; they looked quite fresh.

After carefully looking around, Qin Rang had an idea.

He smiled and asked, "Excuse me, where can we buy tickets? We'd like to see 'Sunrise'."

Le Zhengyang asked An Ying in a low voice, "He knows about this too?"

An Ying: "Tao Yuan told him she really liked this drama, and the captain only remembered one name."

The paper figure raised a big smile, and another paper figure bowed slightly. "Welcome, guests! The 'Sunrise' Theater is currently in preparation. Welcome!"