The "Virgo" was increasingly proving worthy of her place at the top of the Second Order series.
The mission environment was harsh. There was a physical countdown so lethal it was insane, and if the situation really was as suspected, then the slightest misstep could mean digging your own grave.
First of all, its concealment was exceptional. Not only could a Second Order fail to detect it face-to-face, but even with Clear Dream activated, I, the Dream Master, still couldn't sense anything amiss.
That alone was enough to make any instinct-driven operator—someone who acted without theoretical guidance—rule Jill out as a suspect.
Even the completely unhinged sort who didn't rely on instinct wouldn't fare any better.
Killing every living thing in sight still wouldn't solve the problem.
With its existence melded into this place, finding it would only become harder as it became one with its surroundings.
By then, the administrator would be left with their thoughts in utter disarray.
Wouldn't be surprised if their next idea was to try and fill the sea with stones.
Of course, even though I'd made it this far by following logic and sticking to theory, the situation was still far from optimistic.
What could Jill possibly do? She was just a seedbed for cultivation.
I didn't doubt her will to act, but her opponents were knights who could be demigods—even the ones who served as mere escorts.
And she was already running out of time.
That was why I'd used Clear Dream to give her an extra push. And there was Scholar, too.
Seeing Jill's expression change dramatically, Fu Qian turned his gaze to the Scholar, watching his nose and focusing inward as he tried to split his own mind.
"What happened to Jill? You mean that thing is on her? Cough, cough..."