Silence.
A brief, awkward silence.
Ji Jue felt like a masseur who had accidentally wandered into a murder scene. When the killer looked over, he had never wished so desperately that he were blind.
What could he even say?
"Excuse me, you've got the wrong idea. I'm actually a performer here to swallow a giant sword. Since the show's over, please carry on. I'll be leaving now, won't disturb you?"
Especially when he realized that the Edge of Transformation in his hand had somehow quietly turned into a wooden stick.
One second, he had been cutting through everything like vegetables; the next, the GM had entered the game personally.
The unevenness of life was truly impossible to predict.
Especially when the GM had just killed off one cheating player and had turned around looking ready to deal with another.
It was not as though he had never heard Old Geezer Qitan mention the Millet Dream Remains. He had thought that, after the fall of a king of an era, even a scrap as insignificant as a fingernail could leave behind something so grand and terrifying. Yet he had not expected that this scheming old bastard had never died at all. He had been lurking and watching from beginning to end, enjoying the show to his heart's content before stepping out to offer some pointers on the acting and plot.
But what could he do?
Was it too late to call upon the Great Evil now?
Introduce himself?
"No, no need."
He lowered his head and flashed an enthusiastic, thoroughly fawning smile. "Then... how should I address you?"
"Whatever you like. A name is just a special designation. Yellow Millet, Hua Xu, Tom, Dick, or Harry—it doesn't matter." The cat spoke calmly, entirely unconcerned.
But was he really unconcerned?
Someone had