"Our greatest advantage? In the eyes of everyone involved, we never entered the game. We don't even exist."
Whether it was the two major factions in the Refugee Camp fighting to the death, the private slaughter between the Earth Hunters and the Blood Feast, or even the locals' hostility and exclusion toward outsiders, all these conflicts and disputes, at least on the surface, had nothing to do with Lu PingAn and his group.
But in truth, the one pulling the strings behind all of it was Lu PingAn himself.
"Unfortunately, the Heaven-sent Male Lead will have to be replaced this time."
According to the previous "script," Lu PingAn would continuously intensify the conflicts and tie every "clash" to the Blood Feast.
Dao Zhong and the others were the protagonist group in Lu PingAn's script. They would keep stirring up trouble and making enemies everywhere, becoming physically and mentally exhausted through one conflict after another. Then, a traitor would emerge from within, and they would ultimately destroy themselves through internal slaughter.
"This script is perfect!" At the very least, Lu PingAn was quite satisfied with the arrangement.
As the mastermind behind the scenes, Lu PingAn was in no hurry. He merely held the strings of these "Puppets," gradually guiding the People of the Blood Banquet toward a future where everyone would turn against them.
Lu PingAn understood clearly that his greatest advantage was the fact that he was not on the "stage."
He was a spectator, an adjudicator, an NPC who handed out quests and rewards—anything but an actor who personally stepped onto the stage.
As long as my health bar doesn't show, I'm invincible.
His abilities were powerful. Like a puppeteer, he orchestrated the mortals in the city and silently arranged their "fates." But his abilities were also weak.
"Once