Devil!

"A noble princess from Feysac died unexpectedly during a visit to Loen."

"The people of Loen could not provide a reasonable explanation for this matter, and their ambiguous responses would only further enrage the already turbulent public opinion in Feysac."

"Thus, this incident shattered the delicate balance between the two countries, bringing war to the brink of eruption..."

Inside the opulent bathroom, an androgynous voice echoed, envisioning what would happen next, assuming Sophia was already dead. The voice was light and composed, as if everything was under control.

"Hmm"

The icy pool water soaked through her expensive dress. Sophia knelt on the ground, clutching her throat, feeling the agony of suffocation once more. But this time, she had no doll to take the fatal blow for her.

Through the reflection of the puddles on the ground, she saw her own eyes radiating a captivating golden light, speaking, "Princess Sophia, your death will propel the wheels of history forward, and the entire world will be changed because of it."

The reflection of myself in the water spoke insincerely.

Fart!

I don't want to die like this!

Sophia wanted to retort, but her throat was tightly choked, and she couldn't make a sound.

"Boom!"

Crimson flames ignited one after another, appearing around her and hurtling towards her reflection in the water. However, the ground was too wet, and the fireballs were extinguished as soon as they hit the ground.

"There's no need to struggle anymore; your sacrifice is great and worthwhile."

The golden-eyed self spoke seductive words, its voice layered and implying that she should give up resisting.

I won't listen to you.

The Hunter's instincts made Sophia resist the suggestion and struggle against her own will. Even though she was having trouble breathing, she still cast a contemptuous glance at herself in the water.

Trash who only know how to ambush from the shadows.

Her eyes seemed to be telling a story.

"Very good, a real talent for provocation, worthy of the Einhorn Family."

The reflection in the water smiled and praised, its golden eyes shining even brighter.

However, Sophia could no longer hear the other person's voice. Asphyxiation made Consciousness delirious, and she collapsed to the ground uncontrollably. The water level gradually rose, about to submerge her face.

I never imagined I'd die in a place like this...

In her last moments before losing consciousness, Sophia vaguely thought.

Then suddenly, someone gently patted her arm. The hand that had been gripping her throat uncontrollably, like an iron clamp, suddenly released its hold, as if the muscles had abruptly lost all strength, and fell limply to her sides.

"Hoo--cough cough cough!"

Sophia took a deep breath of fresh air and immediately coughed loudly.

Consciousness gradually regained consciousness, she looked up and saw a somewhat familiar figure.

The dark-haired man stood before her, his azure eyes slightly downcast, his expression indifferent yet crazed. The bright light from the bathroom ceiling lamp cast a clear reflection in the puddles on the floor, making him appear almost unreal in his handsomeness.

"Anderson, is that you?"

Sophia saw incredulously the man with whom she had a manuscript dispute; it seemed he was the one who had just saved her.

"Careful!"

After a moment of stunned silence, she immediately shouted a warning, "That thing is hiding in the reflecting mirror; it can control your body!"

Don't get controlled like I did!

"Heh, it's too late..."

As if in response to her warning, the reflection on the water beneath Luther's feet solidified rapidly. It revealed a calm smile, but the words it uttered sent Sophia's heart plummeting into an abyss.

However, Luther paid no attention to his own reflection, instead casting his gaze towards a corner of the bathroom.

"Get out here."

He said.

Suddenly, the ground in the previously empty corner turned dark, as if heavy shadows had suddenly risen and entangled something.

Someone's there!

Sophia saw from another angle that a man dressed as a waiter was being attacked by the shadow beneath him, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

Yes, there is such a person!

She suddenly realized that this person had actually been standing in the restroom the whole time, but she had completely ignored him!

He didn't actually sneak into the Mirror; it was all a deception, a manipulation of me.

Sophia felt a wave of fear and anger, realizing she had been completely deceived.

He appears to be an extraordinary individual through the "Spectator" Pathway.

"You made the Error choice..."

The waiter broke free from the shadow's grasp and sighed as he spoke to Luther.

His voice carried an invisible allure.

"Bang!"

A bullet struck him precisely between the eyebrows; it was Luther who had fired the "Lucky Roulette." He had no intention of wasting words with this kind of guy, because the more you communicate with these extraordinary individuals, the easier it is to be deceived by their words.

"Zi-"

The bullet spun, emitting white smoke, and slowly came to rest on the waiter's forehead. Illusory scales appeared on his face, blocking an attack that would have been fatal to an ordinary person.

"Um?"

Luther frowned.

"Bullets of this strength are ineffective against me."

The waiter smiled calmly, his gaze fixed on Luther's eyes, subtly building up an implied message: "Give up..."

"Boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, Luther had already sheathed his Revolver. Blazing magma and flames spewed from his palm, quickly forming a Sword of Lava. The smell of sulfur quickly filled the air, and the surface of the longsword burned with a ghostly blue flame.

The scorching heat of the Sword of Lava evaporated the water in the washroom, sending steam rising. Through the hazy Fog, Luther, carrying the blazing, dark blue longsword, strode toward the attendant.

"Devil!"

The extraordinary individual, who appeared to Pathway a "Spectator," suddenly changed his expression; his smile froze, and for the first time, he showed a look of terror.

A moment later, he made a new move.

The waiter swiftly took a golden pocket watch from his pocket and clicked open its cover. Inside the watch face was only a single hand, which started ticking automatically after he opened it.

"Brush!"

The waiter's golden eyes shone even brighter, and his pupils even turned into vertical pupils like a lizard's.

His figure blurred rapidly, not to hide again, but to use Beyonder Item to unleash a higher level of ability.

The Dreamwalker's unique ability: Dream Traversal!

Seeing that the situation was not going well and the objective could not be achieved, the "Spectator" who was operating in the shadows did not hesitate to prepare to leave the scene.

"Stop."

Filth and Distortion voice came from Luther's mouth, and his body instantly grew taller and larger. Strangely patterned goat horns sprouted from his head, and a pair of bat wings suddenly spread out from his back.

Devil Transformation!

"Ah!"

Fueled by the Devil's Degeneration, Luther's Language of Foulness became even more powerful. The Spectator's illusory figure quickly solidified, fell to the ground, clutching his head in extreme pain.

The "Dream Traversal" process has been interrupted!

An oppressive shadow loomed over them.

"Boom!"

Luther's body had grown incredibly tall, and he arrived in front of him in just two steps, his burning longsword swinging down directly.