Afros, Would You Be Interested in Being the Boss?

At that, Cheng Shi suddenly had an idea.

When you weren't smart enough to solve a problem yourself, you could always leave it to someone clever to investigate. For instance, if Wei Mu learned about the Origin, would he try to get close to it, just as he had once sought out Folly?

Most likely. He seemed like the sort of person who loved to climb ever higher.

Cheng Shi's eyes shifted, and he smiled at the puppet, ready to kindly and proactively let him in on a little something.

But before he did, he needed to make sure the Wei Mu who'd joined them was the real deal, and not a puppet on strings speaking for someone else.

So he tapped the table and smiled.

"I admire you, just as I admire the Fate Weaver I'm playing right now. You're qualified to stay here and hear things that players aren't allowed to know, but there's one condition.

"A puppet on strings... can't sit at the table."

The puppet was taken aback. It lowered its head and pondered for a moment. Then, as if it had made up its mind, it stood on the tabletop and bowed slightly once more, its voice solemn.

"My lords, if my body is a concern, then I must be honest with you.

"This puppet is not my servant. It is, in fact...

"My real body."

"?"

Afros was the first to frown, not Cheng Shi. Although He detected no hint of a lie from the other party, He also sensed no other emotions from him!

That wasn't strange in itself. A puppet shouldn't give off the same aura as a living creature. But when Wei Mu claimed that the puppet was him, things started to get strange.

"You turned yourself into a puppet!?"

Cheng