Your Mistake Was Underestimating Someone

Since acquiring [True Gaze], Nightmare has rarely received any proactive notifications from this offering.

Seeing that the flock of pigeons had mostly flown away, she followed her intuition, activated her illusion, and looked towards the three people in that direction.

Then, she opened her eyes wide.

This was the most dramatic change she had ever seen.

The remaining pigeons turned into blurry, transparent white shadows, and behind them, he saw three people of different shapes.

One was a small, thin figure, completely black and almost rotten, surrounded by something indescribable, mysterious yet filthy.

A dark figure was holding a person hostage, seemingly choking them, while opposite them was a figure with a disorganized sense of space.

The figure had a pair of emerald green eyes, from which a distorted, inverted order could be seen. Its body was blurry, as if its retina had received the information, but its brain was unable to process it.

Nightmare felt that if her sanity could be materialized, it would have plummeted by now.

She also overheard the three people's conversation.

The rotting man said, "Your plan is boring. In the end, Xing's physical strength is the worst I've ever seen, and that's his fatal weakness."

The man with the blue eyes was displeased, and seemed to still be holding a dagger. "Let him go. If you let him go, I won't kill you. We'll hold out for five days, and at the end, we'll only deduct fifty percent of our points reward. But if you kill him now, you'll die too."

The kidnapped figure hadn't spoken at first, but as the Nightmare became engrossed in this strange scene, she turned to look at her.

Nightmare instinctively met his gaze, only to be met with a pair of narrow eyes.

It was him! The one I saw in the cave—it was Xing's eyes!

Sachi's illusions are too overpowered. If the illusions of Magician and prophets are merely bizarre, then Sachi's illusions are the kind that strike right at the soul... They can truly affect her soul, consciousness, and thoughts!

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Yan's eyes. She immediately closed them, and two streams of hot, thick tears of blood flowed from them.

"Just how special is he that a single glance can cause injury..." Nightmare stubbornly opened her eyes a crack, wanting to take another look, only to find that her illusionary abilities had already shut down on their own.

Everything in sight returned to normal.

She covered her eyes, but peeked through her fingers at the current situation.

During the few seconds the pigeons distracted him, the Magician planned to take the opportunity to kill the prophet. However, the prophet was less affected than expected and instead moved behind Sachi, using the imp as a distraction to successfully grab Sachi's throat from behind.

The prophet sneered, the Magician negotiated, and... fortunately, he turned his gaze back, his face showing not a trace of surprise or panic.

"I advise you not to move rashly," said the prophet Song Quan. "My intuition tells me that this gun is out of bullets, and I can kill you with the flick of my finger."

Yu Xing felt the pressure coming from her throat and looked up to see Carlos, whose expression was displeased.

Yes, he doesn't actually like birds that much. He was caught off guard by the prophet in that brief moment of distraction.

He seemed oblivious to the imminent danger of death, and asked Carlos with interest, "Magician, your best option now is to abandon me and leave. The Nightmare who hunts you is still watching, and the Prophet, to ensure he kills me, won't be distracted in preventing your departure. Aren't you leaving?"

"You're still testing me at this point?" Carlos chuckled. He recalled that back in Coffin Village, he had indeed left his teammates with the impression of being cruel, cunning, and ruthless.

However, he has never had the habit of betraying his teammates.

Under Song Quan's indifferent gaze and Yu Xing gaze, Carlos twirled the dagger. "I'm Magician, you know, Magician sometimes need stooges when performing magic tricks."

Yu Xing nodded, and Song Quan tightened his grip. "Don't move."

Yu Xing was completely disobedient, simply gesturing for Carlos to continue, "That makes sense."

"Magic performances are ultimately a form of deception, a perceptual deception. A Magician can deceive all the audience members, and even occasionally deceive himself, but he cannot deceive Tweedle."

Carlos smiled, but his eyes remained expressionless. "To is one of the Magician's few teammates. The Magician needs to make sure To knows the process so that a precise performance can be completed. You could say that To is an integral part of the magic show, someone the Magician cannot do without."

"And you are like my teammate. As long as we've made a promise, I won't abandon you for the sake of a successful performance."

"This is a matter of principle."

Nightmare listened to Carlos's words, a hint of agreement flashing in his eyes.

Carlos put down his dagger and looked at Yu Xing: "Since you've already asked this question, don't waste time. What's your backup plan? Use it now."

Song Quan's expression tightened.

Fortunately, there's still a backup plan. What could it be?

Then, the slightly shorter prophet heard the person he was holding speak slowly, "Prophet, are you not taking action directly because you're considering the Magician's peace proposal?"

Song Quan remained silent, trying to grasp the danger he sensed.

"Or did you foresee that you would be in danger if you attacked me now?"

However, Yu Xing's next sentence immediately followed, and it went straight to the point.

Yu Xing felt she had had enough fun.

He chose to confront the other deducers here precisely because it was the perfect place to make his move. Therefore, he turned off the cameras early on, leaving no evidence or potential problems.

The falling out, the taking of action— Carlos's act of disguising himself as Ghoul to gain the prophet's trust was all pre-arranged and agreed upon with Carlos.

Similarly, Carlos failed to deceive the Prophet—which was also within his expectations; after all, he wouldn't make the basic mistake of ignoring his opponent's sacrificial abilities.

So far, none of the prophet's actions have escaped Yu Xing's predictions, including the kidnapping of him.

[See, he was proven wrong. He's a prophet, he definitely has the ability to predict the future. How could he fall for his tricks so easily? Fortunately, his strategic planning skills are still lacking.]

[Upstairs, I feel a little sorry for you]

[What's the meaning?]

[You guys arrived halfway through, didn't you see Sachi and the Magician's plot this morning?]

[Suddenly, I feel like the prophet was completely orchestrated.]

[What? I'm new here, I don't understand.]

In the live broadcast, Yu Xing reached out and grasped Song Quan's wrist, which was gripping his neck. He didn't use force; instead, it seemed like he was comforting him—a gesture of charity from a victor to a loser.

"Little prophet, you have made a mistake."

Song Quan's unease reached its peak at this moment. As a prophet, he never considered unease to be unimportant.

Since you have this feeling, it means that things are indeed developing in a bad direction.

Given this, Song Quan reluctantly answered, "What mistake?"

The playful mood in Yu Xing's eyes finally reached its peak, and he said cheerfully, "You've underestimated one person from beginning to end. Don't worry, I'm not talking about me, nor am I talking about the Magician... That's right, it's her~ Why did you underestimate Yan so much?"

"She's really amazing."