The Players gathered outside Room 12, each harboring different thoughts.
A player of Fu Jue's caliber had actually met with trouble on the very first night—it was simply like some absurd joke. But upon carefully analyzing the mechanics of this Instance, such an outcome did not seem entirely impossible.
Asakura Yuko adjusted her glasses, and the worst possible suspicion arose in her heart: the war beyond the final Instance had likely already begun. The Eerie Game clearly supported the early recovery of Identity Cards. It was Fu Jue now, but next... would it be her?
Most of the Eerie Investigation Bureau representatives knew what had happened. They had discovered the record of [Heretics Who Gather in Secret Plot Blasphemous Acts], and they had activated the skill [May Report Rooms Occupied by Two or More People, Judging the Occupants as Heretics].
What they had not expected was for Fu Jue to die so easily. According to their original plan, they only intended to test Fu Jue's backup measures and use up some of his life-saving items.
Thomson stepped forward first and held his breath as he pushed open the door. The stench of blood rushed at him, and the glaring scarlet before his eyes was almost blinding. Of course, to Players accustomed to death, such a sight was no different from flowers by the roadside.
The representatives filed inside, impatiently searching for Fu Jue's corpse and the [Fallen Savior] Card that was destined to precipitate from it. But after seeing the scene inside, they looked at one another.
The large bed in the center of the room was empty. The stone pillow sat intact in its original place, the bedding was folded neatly, and not even a strand of hair had been left behind—as though no one had ever lain there.