<h4>Chapter 1522: A Chance for You to Live</h4>


    "Heh!"


    With a p that wasn''t particrly forceful, Lin Sanjiu''s handnded on Edgar An Poe''s left cheek, bringing him back to his senses with a snap. He had been staring nkly at the carpet before him, so lost in thought that he hadn''t even noticed her approach and bend over him.


    The drowsy state she''d just experienced, as though she''d been hypnotized or put to sleep by a potent sedative, lingered even after her consciousness had escaped the ck sea. It left her feeling groggy, unable to clear her head. It took her a good ten or more seconds to realize that Edgar An Poe was silently daydreaming.


    Lin Sanjiu nced at the female corpse behind him—Yu Yuan had slowly moved behind Edgar An Poe, holding up half a sheet of [Migratory Letters] with both hands. The freshly-written words wererge, as though fearing she might be nearsighted.


    "I''ve seen how hemunicates with others," the paper stated. "So, I think there''s a chance he''s lost in thought because he''smunicating with other Creators."


    As Lin Sanjiu turned back, Edgar An Poe had already recovered his wits. Startled by the p, he quickly stammered, "I... I will cooperate... What do you want me to do?"


    She stood straight—exactly as Yu Yuan had described.


    "You just informed the other game makers, didn''t you?" she said softly, ncing back at Master Zhang''s silent phone. "You skipped Master Zhang so as not to let me know, right?"


    If anyone thought that Edgar An Poe''s face couldn''t look worse, they were mistaken—his gaunt face paled even more as he stammered, "What... What? I... I... Who are you?"


    He almost added, "How do you know so much about us?"


    Lin Sanjiu tapped her temple and smiled. "Your messaging system is in your brain, isn''t it?"


    Edgar An Poe stared at her as if she had just peeled off her face to reveal an alien underneath. He must have assumed that putting themunication channel in his brain would prevent detection. He probably never expected that after using it just once in front of Yu Yuan, it would be discovered.


    Seeing that he was momentarily speechless, Lin Sanjiu nodded and said, "I don''t care where it is, just tell me exactly what you said to them. Three."


    Realizing she was counting down, Edgar An Poe didn''t even wait for "two" and immediately spilled everything. "I... I told them about Master Zhang''s death... Now they all know you... you can make the protective letters on a person shrink... They... they say they want to band together to take you down. They even said that this is the biggest crisis in the history of new gameunches."


    "What can they do?" Lin Sanjiu was genuinely curious.


    "I don''t know what..." Edgar An Poe began, lowering his face, but then he suddenly looked confused. "I really don''t know."


    Lin Sanjiu looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Just as she was about to continue her questioning, she saw Yu Yuan lift the [Migratory Letters] again out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, she saw the paper read: "He really doesn''t know now."


    What?


    Lin Sanjiu looked at the paper, then back at Edgar An Poe. Thetter seemed to be puzzled, furrowing his brows, seemingly trying hard to recall something. It looked as though he had forgotten something important—


    She suddenly understood and pped her forehead.


    Yu Yuan had described to her an ability that could make a lie be reality, and the effect of [Pygmalion Choker] couldst for five minutes; the time limit hadn''t yet been reached. Edgar An Poe had clearly known what the others were going to do but had wanted to hide it from her. As a result, the lie came out of his mouth, and he truly went from knowing to not knowing.


    Lin Sanjiu''s annoyance turned into an idea. "Hey, you may not know, but although I''m not a game maker, I''ve just obtained your permissions."


    Wasn''t it about making liese true? Then she could also—


    Just as she was delighting in this thought, she saw Yu Yuan standing behind her, expressionless, slowly shaking his head. The Veda seemed much more rxed now, almost exuding the demeanor of a teacher grading homework and encountering a wrong answer.


    It didn''t work? Why did it work for them but not her?


    Edgar An Poe looked up, half-believing her.


    "Don''t worry about what permissions I have, just ask now," Lin Sanjiu ordered. "Ask them what exactly they are going to do. You''re still in my hands. If they want toe after me, it''s normal for you to ask for your own safety."


    Nodding, Edgar An Poe''s eyes dulled for a moment, looking entranced again; after a good minute or two, when he turned his gaze back, his lips were trembling.


    Seeing his expression, Lin Sanjiu understood somewhat.


    "I... I don''t understand..." his voice trembled, almost ready to snap. "Why... why aren''t they responding to me?"


    Lin Sanjiu only wanted to sigh.


    Does this need to be asked? Edgar An Poe himself knew the answer very well.


    In her silence, he once again activatedmunication—probably repeatedly calling the remaining game makers, his pupils constantly trembling. This futile attempt was finally abandoned after a few minutes.


    For a moment, in this spacious living room, no one spoke.


    Lin Sanjiu squatted down, looking into his eyes. "Why did you tip them off?"


    This man hadpletely forgotten about the "girl" he had used as a human shield, and his actions and words were so annoying. However, he had chosen to warn others rather than sell them out to Lin Sanjiu for his own safety.


    Just for this, Lin Sanjiu had a little more patience with him.


    "Why do you ask?" Edgar An Poe mumbled. "I... I didn''t think much about it, just felt it was significant news. They should know, so I warned them."


    Yu Yuan put away the [Migratory Letters] and said, "This instinct is in the genes to ensure the survival of the group. When a monkey sees a predator approaching from a distance, it will cry out to warn the troop to take refuge." His words caught their attention.


    Edgar An Poe turned and looked at him with an almost stupid expression—he seemed to realize just then that Lin Sanjiu hadn''tid a finger on Little Demon, who hadn''t run away either.


    Lin Sanjiu looked at him, frowning.


    ording to this exnation, had Poe gradually developed a sense of group identity with others over the months of the game''s conference? So, he sent out a warning to his group immediately after Master Zhang''s death?


    And then, he was immediately abandoned by the group.


    She stood up, as if hearing someone sigh long and deep within her soul.


    She reached out and grabbed Edgar An Poe''s cor, yanking him to his feet. "Come on, you don''t need to be surprised or downcast. The remaining six, no matter how hard they think, are all going to meet their end here today."


    "You... you won''t kill me?" Edgar An Poe still couldn''t believe it, staggering to his feet "What do you want me to do?"


    Lin Sanjiu looked around and her eyes settled on Master Zhang. The fat man was not dead yet, and his process of falling into aa from serious injuries might take quite some time. She gestured for Edgar An Poe to pick up Master Zhang, dragged him to the door, and then asked Yu Yuan, "Have you seen all of hisputer?"


    "When he lost consciousness, theputer automatically shut down," Yu Yuan calmly replied, facing Edgar An Poe''s incredulous gaze. "I only saw the list of text that he had before he passed out."


    "That''s the text they can summon?"


    "Yes."


    While the two were talking, Lin Sanjiu had already opened Advaita''s seed ability. That ability could contain human or humanoid figures, so she simply collected the "Yu Yuan" that Veda had written into it. Since the two had no need to hide anymore, she yanked the body out and threw it to the ground, saying, "You can go back."


    The way Little Demon fell, twisting and crashing, and how Yu Yuan managed to get up from the ground, shakily using his hands to support himself—Edgar An Poe caught all of it. He looked like he was about to faint, his face even greener than a corpse''s. "So... it was a dead body all along?"


    That''s what you get for calling yourself Edgar An Poe.


    Lin Sanjiu pushed him forward, and with Yu Yuan following, they all left the room. As soon as they stepped out into the corridor, she again felt the omnipresent, dense surveince, heavy as if sticking to her skin.


    But this time, she wanted everyone to see.


    Once in the round hall, Master Zhang was flung onto the long dining table like a live pig ready to be ughtered. Lin Sanjiu gave him a cursory check and then pulled over a chair to sit at the table.


    When she felt that she had be the focus of attention in the entire underground space, she cleared her throat and spoke.


    "What Edgar An Poe told you is correct. I knocked out Master Zhang. I used the protective text on him to crush his ribs. He reacted well and managed to undo the text before a broken bone pierced his heart. Although, I could have easily killed him. The point is, you have two choices now," she dered, her voice echoing near and far in the hall. Everyone should hear it if nothing went wrong.


    "First, continue to confront me. Then every single one of you, each and every one, will soon experience the same fate as Master Zhang.


    "Second, disband the new gameunch conference here and leave this ce altogether. As long as you leave, I will let bygones be bygones."


    Lin Sanjiu looked around the empty hall and the dark corridors. "What will you choose?"