"I'm indeed not."
Lin Yuan readily admitted it.
His appearance, attire, and bearing were all at odds with those of ordinary island dwellers, making the difference easy to spot.
Besides, everyone on the island knew about his arrival. He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.
A flicker stirred in the stallholder's corpse-like eyes.
"You're from another island? How did you get here?"
"No," it immediately rejected its own idea. "The other islands don't have anyone like you either."
"And the fact that you're asking me for information about other islands confirms that."
"You're not one of the 'Island Lord's' people either. Could it be...?"
Lin Yuan was somewhat surprised as he listened to the stallholder's analysis.
This Sunken One seemed rigid, yet its mind was remarkably sharp.
According to the Sanctum Notes, even Sunken Folk who possessed intelligence were almost invariably either witless or insane.
Yet this stallholder's thinking was completely normal, even sharper than that of many ordinary people.
Was this stallholder special, or were all these Sunken Ones like this?
Watching the other stallholders trade with the island dwellers, Lin Yuan guessed it was the latter.
These Sunken Ones really were unusual.
Meanwhile, after pondering for a while, the stallholder looked at Lin Yuan again, an almost imperceptible trace of hope in its voice.
"Could you... be... a Player?"
Lin Yuan thought for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgment. "That's right. I'm a Player."
"Then... what about the other Players? Is this place going to reopen?"
The stallholder's voice held both anticipation and worry.
"It's just me. For certain reasons, I ended up here by accident."
Lin Yuan offered an explanation, then pressed on with his questions.
"You know about Players? And the game? Who exactly are you?"
A group of Sunken Folk who were friendly