"Imitators" and Labels

The corridor stretched on as if it had no end. In the darkness, the only sound was their own breathing.

OriginDeficit exhaled softly and quietly took a pair of exquisitely crafted leather gloves from his Inventory, putting them on.

As a long-range Psychokinesis user, before entering the Dark Giant Tower, he had silently attached a Psionic Line to each person.

He had not done so for any other reason, but as a safeguard and warning measure. However, ever since earlier, he had sensed a major problem with the Psionic Lines he had attached.

There were nine people. Excluding himself, there should have been eight Psionic Lines, but less than a few minutes after entering this long, dark corridor, he sensed that something was wrong with their number.

—They had not decreased. They had increased.

These Psionic Lines had been attached by him personally. If a few had gone missing, that would have been understandable, but how could there be more?

What confused him even more was that he could actually control these extra Psionic Lines.

According to the information transmitted through those extra Psionic Lines, the number of people walking in formation through the corridor was no longer nine, but thirteen.

—In other words, four Unknown Creatures with his Psionic Lines attached to them had infiltrated the group.

Just as he was about to warn everyone, Hobby Surrender French Agent's voice rang out from ahead.

This little incident was nothing much, but after it ended, OriginDeficit abruptly discovered that the number of Psionic Lines had returned to eight.

That discovery made his heart turn ice-cold.

Had those four Unknown Creatures left the group, or had they... successfully replaced four others in the party?

More importantly, he had no idea who had been replaced. In this environment, the teammates he had