Planning and Destruction

"It really was that guy."

Back at the entrance of the Asylum, Robin looked at the Vortex mist that seemed to have been drawn in, his expression somewhat grave.

The withered weeds on the ground now swayed left and right, regaining their green color and looking full of vitality.

But this vibrant scene seemed particularly eerie in the dilapidated hospital.

Robin strode through the hospital gates and into the hospital Atrium.

Here, as expected, she saw a beautiful woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The other person sat cross-legged with eyes closed in the center of the Atrium, a rotating Compass lying flat on the ground in front of her.

Centered on this woman, one after another, cold white Qimen symbols floated, forming an intricate sphere.

This is Max from the Night Watcher...

But Robin's clear that the other party's true identity is not Max.

The other person's appearance is not important; what matters is the symbols and methods surrounding them—methods that are unique and unparalleled within the entire group of Player in the "Death game."

"Diviner..."

Robin looked at the other person, murmured something, and gripped the pencil in her hand tightly.

Max, the "Diviner," slowly opened his eyes.

"The Night Watcher, Robin, I never expected to meet you under these circumstances."

"What surprised me even more was that you actually came back—I didn't take the initiative to look for you, shouldn't you have left immediately?"

The Diviner's voice was flat, revealing no emotional fluctuation.

Robin shook her head. "Of course I know that going out and reporting later is the best option, but... I won't choose that."

The Diviner sighed, "Are you trying to stop me from getting the secret treasure here? To be honest, you're not qualified."

"Admittedly, you've almost reached the threshold of the 'Heart Domain,' but until you cross that threshold, you're not qualified."

Robin shook her head. "I'm not interested in that. I'm just a 'Night Watcher,' not 'Order'... Whatever your plans are, I'm not trying to sabotage them, it's just..."

"Only?"

The Diviner asked curiously.

"I vaguely remember that there really is someone like Max in our 'Night Watcher,' the 'Wild Boar' of Star City. She seems like a pretty nice person," Robin at the Diviner's face, which belonged to Max. "So... I need to confirm, how is she?"

The Diviner sighed, "Before coming in, I cast a divination. The hexagram said that the latter half of the journey would be turbulent, everything would go smoothly in the shadows, but trouble would strike when things came to light... So that's what it meant."

Hearing the Diviner's words, Robin's expression gradually darkened. "So..."

"I need a 'Tier 1' identity, but I'm not very good at the 'Psychology Society's' suggestion and manipulation techniques," the Diviner pointed to "himself," that is, to Max, "So I can only extract her soul and then put it back in..."

Robin hearing the Diviner's flippant words, Robin silently put away her pencil.

The Diviner shrugged. "I'm sorry, but if you want to save her, it's probably too late... So, don't do anything foolish. Report it to your superiors after you get out."

"No."

Robin spoke Robin, interrupting the Diviner.

She took out a black hair tie and tied up her messy, seaweed-like, and unusually thick hair for a shut-in artist.

"It's too late to save her, but I can still take my revenge."

The Diviner narrowed his eyes. "Are you very familiar with her?"

"We're not close, just from the same organization... It's mainly because after you said she was hopeless, I suddenly remembered something very small, about why I have an impression of her," Robin lower voice, "When I was on a business trip to Star City, she said she followed my Weibo, liked my paintings, and felt that I had a good sense of color and that my paintings had a lot of story to tell."

"This only makes me feel that it's even more unnecessary," the Diviner frowned. "Doesn't this further prove that you and she barely know each other?"

"No," Robin pulled a Utility knife from his pocket, "A Marauders like you wouldn't understand, she's a very, very good girl."

"So I won't allow you to use her image to make that disgusting pose again."

Robin spoke, she ran the Utility knife across her palm.

Blood gushed from the wound, Robin dipped her other hand in the blood, beginning to draw a bright red blood painting in the air.

The content of the painting doesn't seem to have any Entities, but rather resembles a kind of postmodern artwork.

Meaningless bright red lines and geometric blocks are stacked together.

At first, the Diviner had no Robin what Robin was planning to do.

But soon...

The Diviner then understood.

"The Player these days are truly full of talent..."

He sighed, looking down at the ground beneath his feet, which had transformed into those bright red blocks that resembled deconstructionism.

Robin seems to be using some means to gradually replace the material "reality" with her "paintings".

At the same time, she can also influence reality by affecting the paintings formed from her own blood!

She stirred the floating painting in front of her with her fingers, the blood trailing behind her fingers forming sharp points.

The same thing happened to the Diviner.

The crimson ground beneath the Diviner's feet shook violently, then sharp spikes rose up.

"Excellent tactic!"

The Diviner praised him, Compass on the ground flew into his hand, spinning rapidly and making a "buzzing" sound.

As the Compass turned, the white trigram symbols surrounding him also began to rotate.

The Diviner's entire body floated up, his clothes and hair fluttering, like Immortal descending to earth.

"However, no matter how clever these unorthodox methods are... they're not enough."

Diviner spoke, he adjusted the Compass again.

"The earthquake struck with a chilling tremor, yet laughter and chatter filled the air; the shockwaves spread for miles, yet no weapons were lost!"

A fierce yet righteous voice rang out, accompanied by a sudden burst of bluish-white lightning in the sky.

"Boom!"

Lightning struck down, as if a god were enraged.

After the light faded, Robin knelt on the ground, the edges of her clothes showing signs of burning.

Bloodstained papers fell from mid-air like snowflakes—these were the very Drawing Paper that had shielded her from the near-fatal attack.

Even so, Robin was clearly still seriously injured.

She lay prone on the ground, her body arched, trembling uncontrollably.

The blood on his hands lost its ability to coagulate and flowed freely.

The Diviner shook his head. "That's strange. Has the forum removed my ranking?"

"A mere junior Night Watcher dares to provoke me?"

After saying this, the Diviner was about to continue the ritual that had been left unfinished when...

The robin, who had not yet regained his ability to move Robin, laughed.

"Hiss..."

The voice was weak and listless, but full of mockery.

She struggled to lift her head and look at the Diviner.

"Idiot... I've been here before... I know what you want."

"The Living Soul of the Lord of Mist Island, you... you can't get it now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Diviner's expression changed slightly.

The bright red ground collapsed, revealing the old wine cellar below!

Inside the wine cellar, white mist billowed out, accompanied by shrieks and sobs, dissipating towards the edge of the island!