(Extra-Large Cup!)
Wei Guan died in the street, killed by Ados.
Yun Ni died in his room, caught by the Grand Inquisition.
The ascetic monk died while Muddling Through amid the chaotic battle. To this day, the killer known as Muddling Through had yet to be found.
Not only that, even his identity had vanished. No one remembered him.
Du Xiguang had also died at the hands of the Grand Inquisition, but that was only a witness's recollection, so its accuracy could not be guaranteed.
Fang Jue... had been captured. He probably wasn't dead yet.
Every player's death was completely unreasonable, permeated with strangeness at every turn. Yet there was no tangible evidence proving that their deaths were abnormal, making the whole thing seem utterly incomprehensible.
Cheng Shi had agonized over it all night, and a bold idea had begun to take shape in his mind:
What if death was the answer to the trial?
Could this trial be different from every previous one, with each person having their own answer?
So those who had died had already escaped the trial's sea of suffering, leaving only themselves behind, lost and struggling to survive here?
It wasn't impossible, but... it still needed plenty of verification.
For now, the only clue lay with Morkius.
And Morkius...
had arrived far sooner than expected.
Before dawn, a dignified figure appeared in Cheng Shi's room.
He had brought no one with him, carrying himself with the confidence of those 2,400-point players who had vanished.
Cheng Shi slowly opened his eyes and sat up in bed.
Morkius stood beside the table. Thunder continued to flicker in his eyes as usual, but this time, there was also a hint of confusion mixed in.
"Clumsy tricks cannot conceal the fact that a crime was committed. I saw you