Chapter 1201 - 1201: D509. Anonymous M

The light of the sky poured down, and not only were the dark clouds dispelled, more importantly, the Fallen God, who had been curled up in the dark egg of the sun for an entire year, was now tightly enveloped by a pair of giant hands seemingly reaching out from the cosmos.

Those giant hands moved gently yet firmly, not caring at all for the small figure's struggle within them, grabbing tightly and pulling it directly out of the dark sun.

As if the past year of endless darkness was just a joke and an illusion, in the blink of an eye, the world was illuminated with heavenly light.

Cloudless clear skies stretched from above to the horizons, and simultaneously, in various parts of the world, the sky returned to normal—moonlight became once more vague and gentle, and starlight started to twinkle brightly in the night sky.

"Seriously, sis! Is this a rescue from the gallows?"

Seeing this scene, the Mute Girl cursed in exasperation and gave a casual flick.

A Magic Power bullet shot out. But the target wasn't her father in front of her; instead, with a crack, it pierced right through the massive TV screen beside them, causing wisps of smoke to sizzle out.

"We were just getting to the good part, almost the climax, and you choose now to start wrecking things?" Pointing at the screen that had been pierced by the Magic Power bullet and was sizzling with smoke, the Mute Girl cursed in extreme displeasure.

Although not frightened by her actions, the president's pupils contracted with this series of changes.

At the same time, the large computer screen in front of him, which had not been turned on, suddenly lit up.

Then, without any warning, a young girl clad in a platinum robe with ink-black hair and Emerald Eyes appeared on the screen.

The camera beside him slightly shifted its angle, and a voice, slightly distorted but still melodious and pleasant after electronic signal parsing, came through the speakers—

"Alright, that's enough. Even in an Illusion Realm, there are things one can do and things one cannot do."

It was the Hero.

The kind of power at the level of the Outer God Void Star was something she was using for the first time, and after utilizing such Authority, she fell into a state akin to a Dreamstate.

She didn't spontaneously create another persona, nor did she have the clear realization of her original identity as in theater, but rather like dreaming she had become someone else, and yet clearly knowing she was dreaming.

In terms of this world's popular analogy, it was like playing a game, operating a virtual character on the screen through a device.

Even though she knew very well that this character was under her control, even the character's setting and stats were "pinched" by her, the character itself did not know it was not real.

At the same time, the character's actions were not only influenced by its own persona, but also constrained by the player's will.

The Hero often reminded herself not to let her other self act recklessly, but it hadn't gotten to the point where she would interfere with every move in the game.

Although the Sunset Church, during its expansion, initiated activities like a "Goblin Cultural Extinction," attempting to erase the concept of Goblins from all works while dominating the world...

Even so, the Hero wouldn't directly equate players portraying Goblins in games with actual Goblins.

Though it was indeed hard to accept just that.

While adventuring within the Dungeon in the identity of the Mute Girl, because it affected the real world, she was still subconsciously balancing her other self to prevent her from acting too outrageously.

But in the Illusion Realm of the Land of Oblivion, the Hero relaxed her vigilance and restrictions somewhat, resulting in her other self completely letting go, almost achieving the grand feat of world Destruction that even the Corrupted Phoenix couldn't accomplish back then.

In fact, even if the world were destroyed, the Hero wouldn't have much opinion, as it wouldn't be the first time something similar happened in the Theater of the Wandering Country.

However, due to the effect of the Four-winged King ceremony, this Illusion Realm, which originally only had herself and the Mute Girl as real people, mixed in many real players.

And a typical example of them is this "father" in front of her.

Acting recklessly with NPCs in games is one thing, but killing other real players is entirely another matter.

Moreover, killing these real individuals here could significantly impact their souls and spirits outside the Illusion Realm, in reality.

So, seeing that her other self was about to strike ruthlessly, in the final moment, the Hero decided to seize control back, applying the brakes on the Depraved Hero, and appearing in the Illusion Realm embodying a God named after herself.

Furthermore, the main reason she chose this troublesome way to enter the Dungeon was to reach the deeper layers to talk with her father, the "Emerald-Starred Key," and figure out his true purpose.

And this individual playing the role of President of the Huanglan Group in the Illusion Realm, replacing the persona of the Shield Woman's father, is probably just her real father—the Viscount, Pantheon Mage, Black Gate's Emerald-Starred Key.

In that case, although he lacks the consciousness of being a Pantheon Mage in this state, his persona and spiritual core are identical.

If anything, this state might be easier to extract his true intentions, like an anonymous interview.

Although it might not make him disclose plans and secrets as the Key of the Door, for the Hero, who is desperately eager to know what her father truly pursues—this moment is an excellent communication opportunity.

So the Saintess appearing on screen looked towards the silent president through the camera.

[Father's Communication (Loser+30)]

D100+30=(6)=36

Having narrowly avoided a headshot from his daughter, the president didn't show any relief from surviving disaster, only undisguisable curiosity and surprise.

He gazed at the girl in the platinum robe on the screen and then looked at the Mute Girl who had jumped off the table, nodding thoughtfully.

"I see. It seems there is more than one god in the upper world. And the god you serve—isn't the strongest either."

"What did you say!?"

Upon hearing this, the Mute Girl, or rather, the Depraved Hero, immediately erupted in anger.

A cluster of crimson and pitch-black Magic Power surged in her hand, rippling violently like an infernal ember, ready to make this indiscreet man's head blossom.

However, under the suppression of her true self, the Magic Power, originally poised to trigger an explosive force akin to a grenade, just gathered when it was dispelled like smoke carried away by the wind.

Not only the Magic Power was suppressed. Even the skills granted by the ring resembling superpowers, and even her physical qualities, were instantly suppressed or forcibly reverted to the level they ought to be for a normal high school girl's body.

Even the plan to pounce and give the president a good beating was entirely thwarted, and the Mute Girl could only stomp her feet frantically, the small boots making a series of dull thuds on the soft carpet.

"Not only the Divine Body in the sky, but even the superpowers are suppressed—indeed, it seems the class distinction among gods is quite explicit." The president nodded thoughtfully again, as if self-talking.

Hearing these words, the Depraved Hero immediately pointed at his nose and cursed openly: "Old man, who are you calling weak? Do you believe I'll make you fly in the air next?"

"The powerless under absolute Strength—just now, I thought it possible for us to have some kind of communication." The president chuckled softly, reaching down below the table. What he brought out next caused the Mute Girl's pupils to shrink sharply.

It was a black handgun glinting with a metallic sheen.

"What the hell!?" The Mute Girl exclaimed uncontrollably.

But before she could react further, the president suddenly stood up, aimed the gun at his own daughter's leg, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Then, nothing happened.

No flash, no gunshot, and no smoke.

The president raised an eyebrow slightly, squeezing the trigger again forcefully.

Once, twice, but no matter how hard he tried, the weapon, supposedly already unlocked and chambered, remained motionlessly like a model.

Understanding something, he turned his head towards the screen.

On the electronic screen, the Saintess had somehow already opened a book formed of light in her hands, with small electric sparks flickering between the pages.

With a resigned sigh from the girl, a stream of electricity surged out from the screen.

Then, as if magnetically attracted, the gun in the man's hand zipped away, sticking to the ceiling with a loud thud.

"It seems I've overestimated myself once again."

Having been so effortlessly stripped of his last means of resistance, the president's expression remained unfazed. He merely chuckled, shrugged, and lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender, sitting back in the chair.

"So, since you've stopped this family conflict, does that mean you want to talk with me?"

Adjusting his seating position, he clasped his fingers together with his elbows on the table, leisurely looking towards the Saintess on the screen.

Staring at this person who resembled but was not her father, the Hero was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"It's not that I want to talk with you. It's—there's something I wish to ask you."

The Saintess lifted her clear, Emerald Green eyes, and asked earnestly:

"Please tell me, what is it you are truly pursuing?"