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"..." A bead of cold sweat appeared at Vermouth's temple.
She did her best to keep her expression steady as her thoughts raced. Then, a moment later, inspiration struck: Wait, not necessarily—she had played quite a few games before, and she remembered that some of them had opposing player factions.
...Looking on the bright side, perhaps Jiang Xia had merely been brought in as a Detective to "fight" against the rest of them.
Gin's reaction was much the same as Vermouth's.
Besides, he had thought of something even more serious.
—Vodka aside, Gin was certain that no surveillance devices had been installed in his Safe House. Vermouth and Uzo's vigilance was beyond doubt as well.
Yet now, Anonymous had casually displayed something of this level, as though playing some freely available video.
Gin recalled what had just happened, and his gaze shifted slightly: This might mean that Anonymous possessed not only Artificial Intelligence, but other terrifying technologies as well—such as surveillance equipment far beyond current identification technology.
...If even his Safe House could fall within their surveillance range, didn't that mean that if Anonymous wanted to capture him in the Safe House right now, or go after Vermouth, they could succeed at any time?!
"..." This was already a crisis far beyond something like "Uzo's identity being exposed."
Thinking of the amount of intelligence Vermouth and he possessed, even Gin's usually calm heartbeat sped up a little.
Unfortunately, even if he wanted to silence the people dragged into the game at a time like this, he lacked the means—this was a Consciousness Space. Even the sneak attack just now had achieved nothing. To silence so many people at once with nothing but his bare hands...
"Don't be nervous. I have no intention of becoming your enemy for now."
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