Nine times... You win!
Fu Qian's eyelid twitched at Soufflé's answer.
So, if he hadn't stopped her just now, this woman would even have triggered Hidden Thread's psychological parasitism?
Things were already chaotic enough. Add in the side effects of a Supernatural Item, and she'd have been beyond saving.
"Of course, only I know that number. The me who's here now."
When Fu Qian said nothing, Soufflé continued explaining.
"The feeling of having your mind torn apart is excruciating. After five consecutive times, I finally couldn't help suspecting something was wrong. That was when I vaguely realized I'd been misled before."
"It was under the influence of that suspicion that I rolled my first six."
"Unfortunately, my mind had already been damaged too badly. I could only rely on Hidden Thread to forcibly separate the false beliefs and obsessions, forming a new personality—the one who spoke with you just now."
"I came to my senses too late. Faced with that genuinely corrupted personality, I couldn't gain the upper hand. Instead, she took control. Hidden Thread even mistook me for the corruption and drove my very existence out."
"I never expected that to happen. In the end, to keep myself from getting myself killed, I could only do everything in my power to make her ignore it on a cognitive level."
"But after that, she still used it three more times."
Fu Qian remained impassive.
"I had no choice. In that state, I couldn't control my actions anymore. All I could do was obscure my awareness of what had happened afterward."
"But luckily, just before the last time, I got an opportunity like this. The corrupted personality was struck repeatedly and fell into self-contradiction, and I finally regained control!"
"I see. That explains why the person just now—let's call her Su