You'll Help Me, Right? Arbiter!

Was he... talking in his sleep?...

Huh?

But if it was sleep-talking, why did it correspond perfectly with their previous conversation?

Even if he was insane, wasn't pretending to sleep while continuing to talk a little too unnecessary?

For a moment, he made the scene somewhat terrifying, as if they had suddenly entered a horror novel.

Were you doing this on purpose?

Was this performance art?

After everyone fell completely silent, the Arbiter still could not remain wordless and could only speak again, somewhat speechlessly.

"Ah, I see. Judging by your reactions, I'm asleep right now, aren't I?"

"It's fine. I don't feel anything on my end. Everything stays the same; we can just communicate normally."

Even while asleep, Sloth continued communicating without any obstruction, as though there was another world within his dreams, one identical to the world before them.

It allowed him to communicate freely whether he was awake or asleep.

But that only made the scene before them even stranger. Looking at Sin now was no different from watching a corpse speak.

Xie Antong, who had been watching his condition and wondering what he might be planning, gradually came to understand.

From the very beginning of this game, his sleeping time had already exceeded normal limits.

It was no longer a cycle of ten minutes awake and five minutes of forced sleep. Instead, he spent most of his time asleep, waking up briefly at unknown intervals.

Xie Antong knew that Sloth had the option of Subconscious Thinking while asleep, so at first, she thought he simply wanted to sleep more because he was smarter that way.

But now, it seemed he was clearly blurring the boundary between wakefulness and sleep!

He was even trying to blur the boundary between wearing his mask and not wearing it! Just