In the autumn twilight, the silhouettes of eleven figures were silhouetted against the cliff edge, like eleven ancient statues, silent and still.

Two or three challengers stood clustered together on the gravelly path.

Since the Detective had abruptly vanished from the map, no one had come forward to oversee the next steps.

Currently, the [Geographer], the young master of the Merchants Guild who had publicly provided information, and the [Lawyer], Lanchi, seemed to be the most trustworthy challengers besides the [Detective].

However, the information they provided could also be deduced through special magical exploration or inference, so even now, they couldn't gain everyone's complete trust like the Detective had.

The young master of the Canberra Kingdom, eager to show off, wanted to take over the Detective Frey's responsibilities, but he was met with the death stares of his bodyguard siblings, and he quickly choked back his words, not daring to say anything.

Clearly, this idiot young master would only cause trouble and inexplicably attract a lot of hatred if he became the leader.

Lanchi, on the other hand, only smiled and remained silent, still as gentle, polite, and graceful as before.

It was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

He didn't seem to want to act as a temporary detective, or perhaps, judging by his appearance, he didn't want to be a detective at all.

The wind from the depths of the valley blew past the crowd, bringing a subtle chill that scattered and gathered the clouds.

During this brief silence, the challengers gradually calmed down and began to analyze the situation again.

Although the Shadow World's progress had been altered to a mechanistic extent due to the great detective's heaven-defying operation.

But no matter what, they would still have to wait two days until the Detective returned with the answer.

During these two nights, there was a high possibility that sacrifices would still be made.

No one knew if it would be them.

Unless there were other experts who could further resist the traitors in these two days.

Just then.

"I guess there are two people who are trying hard to act like nothing happened, how tiring,"

Lanchi smiled calmly, muttering with a sigh.

"..."

Hearing Lanchi's words that broke the silence, everyone was slightly stunned.

They didn't understand what he meant.

Hyperion was the quickest to understand Lanchi's intention, and she immediately covered her mouth with a gloating expression, sneering as she said,

"Yes, how annoying, do you want to jump down and catch the Detective? There's still time, you know?"

Under long-term close exposure, Hyperion felt that she had learned the top-tier "tea" flavor (sarcasm) from Lanchi.

However, when she personally interpreted it, it seemed to add a bit of the flavor of an evil duke's daughter.

"...Someone is probably dying of anxiety."

After Hyperion helped Lanchi to further stir up the rhythm, others seemed to gradually understand.

"Yeah, why isn't their face red yet?"

Thus.

Starting with the first person to respond.

The challengers all began to mock the traitors fiercely.

There was a sense of pleasure in releasing the suppressed feelings in their hearts.

"Stupid traitors, come out and kowtow to everyone, and we promise not to kill you."

"There are only two days left, and you're still stubbornly pretending."

"If you keep talking, someone's going to shed little pearls (cry)."

Although saying more mocking words may not have any substantial meaning.

But at this time, anyone who didn't want to join in or who retorted against this behavior would be very suspicious.

After experiencing more than three hours of psychological pressure from two hidden traitors.

None of the normal challengers didn't hate these two traitors with superb acting skills and vicious minds.

They had been wanting to catch them out and beat them to death for a long time!

Previously, rashly mocking the traitors when the situation was unfavorable would only make them seem flustered and make the traitors more proud, but now, after the Detective's god-like move, the pressure on the challengers and traitors had reversed. Taking advantage of the situation just turning favorable, fiercely ridiculing them to their faces was to increase the intensity of the traitors' mentality!

More importantly—

The traitors' mentality was already somewhat explosive due to Frey's top-tier operation, and now they had to pretend to be part of the group, laughing at their own situation along with everyone else.

A pure test of stress resistance.

At this moment, by the cliff, the challengers' moods had been greatly relieved, with a sense of venting their emotions, while observing each other's expressions like judges.

The two traitors' psychological stress resistance was obviously extremely strong.

Even when subjected to such humiliation and torment, they could still perfectly maintain their acting skills.

But this seemed to make the challengers feel even more satisfied.

The young master of the Merchants Guild took the lead in mocking the most vigorously, and his twin bodyguards looked quite helpless, but they still echoed his words.

The Krieg Empire's warrior, mage, and priest were all very ladylike, and not very good at scolding or being sarcastic, so they could only try to use some more polite words to mock the traitors.

As for the three clerics from the Northern Continent, the most temperamental was the Executioner, who directly started cursing. The Paladin and the Priest were more restrained, but they directly started praying for the traitors. It was hard to say whether this was a high-level form of torture.

Lanchi looked at everyone finally relaxing their tense nerves from the morning, and he wrapped his arms around himself, breathing a sigh of relief.

Like a psychologist caring about everyone's emotional state.

His ideals were different from Frey's. Frey pursued efficiently solving problems and took everyone running around all morning.

Lanchi, on the other hand, pursued a harmonious and loving healthy atmosphere for everyone.

"..."

Hyperion turned her head to look at Lanchi's expression beside her, and she had already understood his thoughts.

This guy must be very satisfied now, feeling that he had successfully helped everyone relieve their psychological pressure and done a good deed.

Hopeless.

If there were still teammates who could join in the future, Hyperion really wanted someone who could complain about Lanchi with her.

She had a lot to complain about now, but she couldn't say it, and it felt really uncomfortable.

Despite this, Hyperion's observation of Lanchi was also to maintain a high degree of vigilance against his every move.

Hyperion felt that after Frey's operation, Lanchi had added another big fire to mess with the traitors' mentality.

If she was willing to gamble and call out the [Great Love Poet], she could directly fast-forward to the final battle.

But the problem with the Great Love Poet was that he didn't distinguish between friend and foe, and his uncontrollability was too great.

In this Shadow World where the challengers were gathered together and under great psychological pressure, the Great Love Poet was undoubtedly the most dangerous summon.

It was completely impossible to predict what the consequences would be if he was summoned.

Unexpectedly summoning the Great Love Poet might cause the other normal challengers to develop varying degrees of mental illness, or even directly cause a team wipe.

Previously, in the Holy Hall, the psychological pressure on the challengers was greater than on the traitors, and Lanchi rashly summoning the Great Love Poet would be misunderstood as the traitor who took the lead.

Even if the psychological pressure on the traitors was now greater than on the challengers, choosing to blow up the field and start a war, the probability of winning was very high, but it was also likely to sacrifice several normal challengers.

It might even attract two Blood Clan Earls within a day because of accidentally killing a traitor.

The best ending must be to first capture the traitors alive with the combined efforts of everyone.

Whether it was the emergence of the two traitors in the Shadow World with the "intention to harm the real world," or the implication contained in Hyperion's own identity as an [Actress] being "more susceptible to attacks," it greatly corroborated that there were Resurrection Cultists mixed in this Shadow World.

For the graduation project, "Searching for the Primordial Stone Slab - Sealing."

Hyperion knew that Lanchi would definitely take advantage of this rare opportunity to find a way to capture a Resurrection Cultist alive in the Shadow World and interrogate them for information!

So he probably wouldn't rashly summon the Great Love Poet to flip the table.

"Hyperion, why are you looking at me..."

Feeling Hyperion's gaze, Lanchi also turned his head and looked at her with confusion.

"It's nothing."

Hyperion shook her head, she didn't want to appreciate Lanchi's declaration of doing good deeds anymore.

Since Lanchi was still so natural and calm, it could only mean one thing.

From now on, he obviously had even better ways to mess with the mentality of those two traitors.

(End of Chapter)