Thinking about how great things could turn out, Park Bu Seong began talking to his last teammate, with a bit of a bootlicking look appearing on his face.

Strangely enough, the teammate matched with him wasn’t just a top-tier player from Da Han Mingguo, but also a little celebrity he’d been chasing for months—though he hadn’t gotten anywhere with her yet.

By his standards, getting with a minor celeb shouldn't be that hard, but maybe because he hadn’t succeeded yet, it only made him want it more.

Back when he was ranked first, he was full of confidence—everyone was watching. But after failing several horror mystery rounds and his teammates dropping out, he’d really lost face.

Now, finally some good news—his plan had worked. One part was to show off, and the other was to delegate some tasks.

“Hey, Little Ah, looks like we’ve got a bit of good news over here.”

“‘Sin’? Doesn’t really matter what’s going on with him. Whether he’s strong or not doesn’t affect the outcome of this game.”

“I just want you to go over and take a look...”

While talking, he mentioned that Blank had already fallen into the trap. At the same time, he wanted this last teammate to go finish things off.

And he wouldn’t have to lose face. I mean, he’s the guy who’s going head-to-head with “Sin”—how could he be the one to actively deal with a girl?

Talk about killing multiple birds with one stone!

Even though “Sin” had been steadily clearing the game and his own teammates were still trash, Park Bu Seong’s strategies and setups had been working all along!

Games are all about using smarts, not brute force. Just like in life.

Only someone like me deserves to be number one!

Victory!

For some reason, even though Xie Antong hadn’t lost yet, Park Bu Seong had already mentally imagined at least ten thousand words of story.

He was the kind of person with an extremely vivid imagination. His fantasy speed was way beyond that of normal people.

In his game perspective, the viewers from Huaguo who occasionally dropped in were all left speechless.

Watching Park Bu Seong grin mysteriously, his eyes blank, dancing around from time to time—they had no idea what the hell he was thinking.

【: Wait, what’s he so happy about? Does he know Blank is almost done clearing that side?】

【: This guy looks a bit mentally off too... just his condition is totally different from “Sin”...】

【: What kind of brainpower is this? Is that his superpower or something?】

Since all the comments included some kind of info about the match, Park Bu Seong couldn’t see any of them.

Whenever he opened the livestream, all he saw were comments like “Da Han Mingguo is awesome,” “Mr. Park is awesome,” and the like. Since those weren’t related to the actual game content, they came through.

This was a massive information cocoon. In this kind of info bubble, it was easier for him to fantasize, to fully immerse himself in the little bit of good news he had and roam freely.

The viewers could only be silently speechless, waiting for everything to unfold.

......

Inside the art classroom.

A wrecked mess of an art classroom.

Lu Ce was pressing on his earpiece, starting a call with Xie Antong. It was time to follow through on what he’d agreed to before.

At this point, every painting in the room was in ruins.

“Sunflowers,” “The Starry Night,” and other masterpieces were scattered on the floor. Since they weren’t portraits, Lu Ce hadn’t touched them.

“Mona Lisa’s Smile” had a single hole in the center of her forehead. That smiling mouth couldn’t smile anymore, and her eyes were now bleeding tears.

“The Creation of Adam” had been torn in two, the human figures shredded.

Famous and unfamiliar medieval paintings were drifting everywhere. Frames shattered, canvases ripped—some on the floor, some pinned to the walls.

Oh, and all the partitions and decorative walls in the room had been busted through.

Deluxe turned to bare bones in an instant.

When Lu Ce came in, he just started tearing things down. He had thought someone would be here, but nope.

So the game progress was even easier than before. Confessions of the Disillusioned was now floating in the air, suppressing all the lingering spirits in the room.

This game was way too easy. Lu Ce honestly didn’t have much to say about it.

He finished even faster than the last one. Just one last step—he started looking for Xie Antong.

“Hey? I’m almost done here. What’s your plan?”

Since this level wasn’t that hard, Lu Ce hadn’t even gotten mad. He was still emotionally stable.

“Oh? Hey there, sounds like you really did finish fast.”

Hearing Xie Antong’s voice, Lu Ce suddenly frowned and asked:

“Who are you?”

Xie Antong: ?

She was confused for a moment, then seemed to understand something. She cleared her throat and said:

“Took a shot. Brain activity’s temporarily boosted. Maybe acting a bit different because of that.”

“How much do you have left?”

Lu Ce looked back at the portrait in front of him. It was a full-body image, and the air in front of it was warping in a creepy way.

Chest, hands, feet—he’d already driven steel pins into each of them. They were writhing in the painting now, tears in their eyes.

Originally a terrifying scene, but for some reason it now looked kind of pitiful.

“I’m one shot away.”

“Oh.” Xie Antong replied, then turned to look behind her.

Unlike Lu Ce, her biology classroom still looked the same as before. The desks and chairs were untouched, no wreckage, no mess.

The only difference was that all the sketch sculptures in the center of the classroom had been assembled into a two-meter-tall figure, standing in a bizarre pose.

Each segment of the sculpture had a small jet propulsion unit attached to it, giving it full 360-degree monitoring and control over its movements.

Every time the sculpture tried to move its leg, the device at the knee would apply counterforce—precisely blocking and even reversing the motion.

A walking statue? Every move you make is under my control!

All these modules fused together created this undead creature in front of her, frozen in place. No matter what the horror mystery’s final form was supposed to be, it had no chance of showing it.

The Statue of David’s eyes were wide open, staring hard at Xie Antong.

Xie Antong shrugged at it and said seven words:

“Sorry about that. Physics.”

Then, she spoke into the earpiece to “Sin”:

“OK, I’ll count down—three, two, one—you shoot, and handle things over there.”

“Let’s give Park Bu Seong, with his overly peaceful life... a little surprise!”