Sorry, I'm Not Actually That Weak

There had been far too many twists tonight. Xue Zou was starting to feel like her brain could no longer keep up.

After all that talk, after unraveling the game's mystery, this unfathomable player standing before her actually said she wanted to help her?

That leap in thought...

And should she believe her? What exactly was Xie Antong thinking? Which parts were true, and which parts were lies? She could no longer tell at all.

Besides, even if everything Xie Antong said was completely true, it would be meaningless in this game...

Looking at Xie Antong with a complicated expression, Xue Zou did not know how to respond.

"You..."

"All right, just as I thought." Xie Antong turned her head away and let out a long sigh.

"Your reaction just now wasn't hesitation or doubt. It was complete helplessness."

"Looks like whether I defect or not doesn't mean anything to you."

"In other words, the eight of you don't really care whether you win or lose this game, do you? You have some other special mission."

Xue Zou could not bear it any longer. She abruptly leaped back, nearly stepping over the boundary and falling into the void.

"What did you say?!"

She had never imagined that the other party could even guess something like this!

Was she some kind of monster? Or did she already know the rules?

"How could you... Is your identity special? You knew everything from the beginning, didn't you?"

"How could you possibly guess all that for no reason?"

Xue Zou's voice began to tremble. An intense sense of fear enveloped her, making her want to attack immediately.

She opened her palm, and a longsword appeared in her hand.

Yet as Xue Zou's emotions crumbled, Xie Antong relaxed somewhat.

It seemed her careful unraveling and