"I'd heard about Death Dreamscape too. It was an item belonging to Hypnos, the god of sleep. Loki's agent later swindled it away from The Three Great Guilds, and then it ended up in Set's hands. He seemed to have made quite a few copies of it at one point, throwing everyone into a panic."
As a succubus who had lived for over a thousand years, Jiajia might have been terrible at fighting, but she was not entirely useless. At the very least, she was well informed. Otherwise, the succubi would not have gathered to discuss whether they should withdraw from Uncle Beach Pants's Game Point first.
After hearing her words, Zhang Heng did not speak. He merely lowered his head, lost in thought.
"Did they offend someone?" Miss Succubus asked. "Otherwise, why would they be cursed by Hypnos?"
"I don't think so," Zhang Heng said. "This is more like an extra layer of insurance, ensuring that if their operation failed and they fell into someone else's hands, they could not be interrogated or have anything discovered about them. This group seems very unwilling to let anyone know where they came from."
"They're that hardcore?" Miss Succubus froze. "Don't scare me. What kind of terrifying people have set their sights on me? It makes no sense. I'm just a minor player. My existence doesn't get in anyone's way. I..."
But as she spoke, she seemed to think of something, and her voice trailed off again.
This time, Zhang Heng asked, "What is it?"
"You've noticed the Game Point's unusual state lately too, right? Some... bad things have happened recently. You players should have heard about them as well."
"I heard Thor killed a New God, and then a Valkyrie died at Copenhagen International Airport," Zhang Heng said.
"That's the information