"If you have power like that, why... why didn't you help me back then?!"
"Why?!"
Huddled in the corner, Ai Qing demanded answers again and again, each accusation more furious than the last, piercing the silent air like a sharp blade. Her voice rose from low accusations to desperate screams, finally erupting into a deafening roar.
"Why-!!"
Ai Qing spun around, revealing her bloody, mangled face, stripped of its skin!
Under the dim light, that face looked especially hideous. The skin had been peeled away completely, leaving only crimson muscle and crisscrossing blood vessels, like a twisted map of hell. Blood dripped steadily down her face, making her look like an evil ghost that had just crawled out of purgatory.
"If you're really as good as you say you are, if you want so badly to work together and clear the game, why didn't you save me?!"
Ai Qing's voice was filled with boundless despair and fury, as though the pain would tear her apart. Her face was already horrifying, but her agitation twisted it into something even more grotesque.
Although the players present had all survived quite a few Nightmare Games and seen many Strange Creatures, those with weaker nerves, like Wen Wen and Liang Yuyan, still couldn't help turning their heads away, unable to look directly at Ai Qing's horrifying face.
"You could have been fine. We could have helped you. You were the one who interfered with Tan Ying and the others' plan, leaving none of us time to act in the end, weren't you?" Zhi Yuan's gaze was remarkably calm as he looked at Ai Qing. After all, his ability meant spending every day in the company of Strange Creatures.
"Then what about that man named Liu?" Ai Qing tried to cover her mangled face with