All right, done!
Only after catching the energy sphere did Fang Zheng finally let out a sigh of relief.
The whole process might not have looked especially dangerous—if anything, it had been rather irritating—but only Fang Zheng knew how much he had been sweating through it all.
He had to admit, the GM on the other side had chosen an excellent stage. Rokkenjima had been blown flat, everyone involved was dead, and there was no direct evidence proving what had truly happened on that island. Everything was pure speculation. Put simply, it was two sides arguing over the same crime scene.
"This was a murder case!"
"This was a mysterious Ghost Story!"
"Hey, what the hell are you talking about? The culprit was obviously human."
"No, the culprit was a witch."
"Where the hell would magic come from in this world? Have you been drinking, buddy?"
"Moron, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I've seen witches. So what if one of them killed someone?"
"What psychiatric hospital did a brain-dead cripple like you crawl out of? A witch? If you've got the guts, call her out and let me see her."
"Why would I need to call her out? Everyone here is dead. It was obviously the witch. Mortals like you wouldn't understand."
"Hey, you motherfucker... Fine, fine. In front of the bank, ten minutes. Whoever doesn't show up is a coward."
"You think I'm scared? Bring it on."
Yet even if those two beat each other bloody, neither would ever change his mind.
In a sense, if that GM had been determined to play dirty, Fang Zheng would have had no way to stop him.
But Fang Zheng absolutely had to keep the entire process grounded in "reality."
Because Fang Zheng knew very well