"There's less than two hours until the event starts. Do you really still have a way to sever the puppet strings?" Feng Ling narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the other Players sitting on the sofa. Although she had asked what "they" could do, she seemed to be racking her brain for a solution herself.
Her words fell like a heavy stone into a still lake. The people on the sofa stiffened and fell silent. Clearly, in so little time, it would be difficult for them to find a way to stop being puppets in this game that controlled their fate. Once the clock struck, the script would take over their bodies and minds again, turning them into dolls with no will of their own, moving wherever the plot pulled their strings.
Su Bai leaned against the wall, his gaze sweeping over everyone. He knew full well that the script's control not only robbed them of their freedom but also left their minds impaired and confused. When eight o'clock came, Lian Xiangyu and the others might be condemned to failure before their minds had even returned to normal.
That sense of helplessness hung over their hearts like a shadow.
Yet in these circumstances, an unfamiliar, rather frail female Player who had said nothing on the first day and diligently played her role as a maid stepped forward, asking what they intended to do with a cool, confident expression.
For a moment, they did not know what to say. Silence spread, and the people on the sofa looked exhausted, as if they had run out of even the strength to snap back in anger.
Su Bai understood the other Players' helplessness, but he also understood why Feng Ling still came across as lofty and superior despite her efforts to