Xinran Zhu was a little flustered. Even though she deliberately kept calm, her voice still trembled.
"...When did that monster get here?"
Within her Space Perception, that metal humanoid had somehow appeared among her people.
He stood beside Uncle Ox, blocking Susanna's view behind them. Yet that hot-tempered flame lancer had not kicked him away as she normally would. It was as if something had obstructed her, and she simply shifted to another position.
He stood right there, in the middle of the crowd. Everyone should have been able to see him clearly.
Some people even tried to speak to him, as if they knew him. That embedded "sense of presence," that bizarre scene straight out of a horror film, made Zhu Xinran's scalp tingle.
She herself had encountered a strange opportunity. The "shared soul" symbiotic with her originated from the remains of a god from another realm. That Foundation of God, which specialized in space, had granted her a unique higher-dimensional perspective, allowing her to evade pursuers as if she were playing a game.
According to an expert she had met before, she was a Lucky One with higher-dimensional vision, capable of seeing through all obstacles with a multidimensional perspective.
But at this moment, she felt as if her "overhead radar" had completely malfunctioned. Everything about the person before her told her that he was extremely dangerous, yet her "intuition" and "instinct" both told her he was an ordinary person—one of their own.
And just as she tried to increase the output and see what kind of monster lay beneath that metal skin—
I'll die.
A despairing sensation of body and soul being utterly annihilated washed over her. She knew that if she uncovered that layer of skin, she would die.
"It... noticed me."
Though she tried to remain