Cheng Shi had experienced something extremely bizarre.
Imagine that one day, not long after starting a new job, you suddenly lost your mind and shouted at the company owner that you ought to be a company director. The owner neither approved nor disapproved, but wrote your demand into the stock offering documents and stamped them. The next day, you became a company director.
Was that a satisfying dream?
It was satisfying, sure, but it felt a little unreal.
When Cheng Shi woke up the next day, he still felt that, despite never dreaming, he had experienced an utterly absurd dream the night before.
He examined his vessel again. Looking at the time vessel, which resembled a real hourglass, he simply couldn't figure it out:
Had the version been updated again?
Had blaspheming the gods really started to come with rewards?
Who could possibly compete with me now?
No, no, what I mean is, is tolerance really that contagious?
Cheng Shi couldn't make heads or tails of it, but his confusion and bewilderment could not suppress the smile tugging at his lips or the excitement in his heart. After all, possessing the time vessel was equivalent to it acknowledging his fabricated identity as the Hour Hand. With that, he carried three Envoy identities, and the other players might genuinely have no way to play anymore.
However, the target Cheng Shi had anchored onto was no longer the other players, but them.
Ever since returning to the rest area, he had repeatedly organized his understanding of them, sorting out the relationship between Deception, the Fear Faction, and the other gods. Once he had systematically clarified the current situation, he discovered that the few he had marked with question marks were precisely those whom Deception was probing—or who were probing Deception.
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