A soft laugh came from inside the room. "A simulated game is fake from start to finish. Even the blood isn't red. What's the point?"
"Accepting companions and killing heretics—that's been the New Wheel Cult's doctrine since its founding. Hunting two terrified lambs in a game and borrowing the New Wheel's name while you do it? Mr. Meny underestimates the New Wheel Cult."
The speaker was the purple-eyed woman Xu Huo had encountered in the corridor earlier. She spoke as if questioning him, but her voice held no force. Instead, there was a lazy quality to it, making her words sound less like a serious accusation and more like an offhand complaint.
Vison Meny didn't take her seriously either. In an exaggerated tone, he clarified, "Madam, you jest. I was born into a wealthy family and received an excellent education. From childhood through my career, everything went smoothly. I never suffered any hardship. But that doesn't mean I lack compassion. I've always believed that people in the upper classes should feel compassion and respect for Players and ordinary people, and should do their best to help and guide them so they can live happy, stable lives."
"So, the moment I came into contact with the New Wheel Cult, I knew I'd found the spiritual high ground I'd been seeking. I was more than happy to become one of its preachers and help it flourish in District 011."
The purple-eyed woman covered her mouth and laughed, nearly to the point of tears. "The New Wheel Cult's followers are lions and wolves, never lambs."
Meny filled her glass. "Of course I wouldn't alter the doctrine. The New Wheel Cult exists to fight the nightmares of the game world, win a brighter future for the masses, and create a whole new world for