"Archduke of the Netherflame," Chen Li reminded her.
"Who?" Acheron tilted her head, looking utterly confused.
"The goat-headed monster you accidentally cut down while clearing mobs with your technique at Herta Space Station."
"...I seem to remember. But within Penacony's dreamscape, with the protection of Harmony, shouldn't true death be impossible?" Acheron pondered.
"Who knows? Maybe it's because people's constitutions can't be compared across the board. Like how Ouroboros once nearly crushed me to death with a Slide Tackle while extremely angry."
As he spoke, Chen Li slowly walked over to Dahlia and crouched down in front of her.
The air fell into deathly silence once more.
Dahlia squeezed her eyes shut and completely held her breath.
That was easy for a Meme Body.
Playing dead—who couldn't do that?
Although entering a state of death within a beautiful dream protected by Harmony was still somewhat hard to explain, what if she could bluff her way through?
In any case, the situation couldn't possibly get worse than being exposed while playing dead, so why not keep gambling?
A warm finger poked Dahlia's delicate cheek, which remained tender enough to break with a puff despite being covered in dust.
"The flesh is still soft. She probably hasn't been dead long," Chen Li commented.
"That truly is a pity. Had I arrived one step sooner, perhaps she could have been saved." Acheron sighed softly, genuine regret in her voice.
I weep for the departed.
"It really is a shame. Such a beautiful woman, wasted just like that."
Chen Li shook his head with a sigh. Then, under Black Swan and Acheron's astonished gazes, he actually reached out and lifted one of Dahlia's legs.
Dahlia's legs were graceful and slender.
Chen Li's fingers slid back and forth over her smooth thigh without the slightest