Everyone who witnessed the scene was stunned. How could an Alien reach this level? Forget ordinary illusions—even with an item that could bring the dead back to life, no Player would ever kill himself so easily, no matter the circumstances!
"What's going on? He doesn't have a drop of rainwater on him, and even his shoes have been changed. If something affected him, why are we all fine? Can mental interference really target an area at will?" After their initial shock, the Players grew angry instead. They were all High-level Players; even if they didn't understand the details, they'd heard enough about the subject. Since when could mental interference be directed at specific targets? If it were that easy, what would be the point of detection equipment?
"What if it really can?" A voice from the corner posed the question that was on everyone's mind.
What if it really can?
"In this damn game, I wouldn't even be surprised if a ghost appeared in front of me one day." The high-ponytail Player shrugged, then wrapped an item around his neck and chest. "I don't want to die without knowing why."
The other Players added a few more protective items as well. But just as they were preparing to move the body to the rear cargo area, the Player who had blocked the windows in Car Ten silently crept up behind the veterinarian. A short knife appeared in his hand, and he stabbed at the veterinarian's lower back.
A defensive barrier sprang up automatically. The veterinarian immediately turned and kicked him away. "What are you doing?!"
As the Player who had blocked the windows crashed into the carriage window, a string of glass beads fell from his body. Before anyone could react, the beads exploded one after another, tearing apart all