Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1505: No Eternal Enemies, Only...

Lin Sanjiu looked at the text vest under the jacket, raised one eyebrow, and folded her arms.

"That's it?"

These words were clearly aimed at Edgar Allan Poe, but they seemed to suddenly sting Queen Nocturna. The girl almost jumped on the spot, shouting at her, "What do you know? Do you think this is like your so-called protective items? Do you think you can resist text power? Don't get me wrong; I don't care about combat power at all, so I didn't bother to train it. In terms of power, you know nothing."

Edgar Allan Poe, who had nearly been killed by her a moment ago, now zipped up his clothes again, and nodded sympathetically.

"Let me explain to you," he said, standing several steps away from Queen Nocturna. "The text power we master is absolute. Do you know what absolute power means? There is no strength comparison, no loopholes. My protective text is absolute; you can't break it, nor get around it."

Compared to the Lord Tremors and Queen Nocturna, Edgar Allan Poe presented a whole new level of discomfort. Perhaps feeling that his defense against Lin Sanjiu and successful escape proved his excellence, his words carried a sense of superiority, a know-it-all attitude. "If you cooperate, I might consider helping you understand this power."

Lin Sanjiu almost found it funny.

Before she could respond, Yu Yuan, standing at the door, said, "What you said is not the whole truth. You're not allowed to kill each other, so protective text power is absolute; I believe that. But attack text, I don't believe it's the same. Otherwise, if you each wrote that you're invincible, how could you decide who wins and who loses?"

"Who are you to stand at the door and talk nonsense?" Edgar Allan Poe said. "I see you're not even that strong yourself."

The Veda kept his hands behind his back, not angry at all.

Lin Sanjiu exhaled impatiently. "Fine, I get it, my power is nothing. I can't break your protection." Then, gently, "Can you help dispel my doubts?"

Edgar Allan Poe blinked. "Dispense? What do you mean?"

"No, dispel my doubts. Can you clarify something for me?"

"Oh, you misspoke." Edgar Allan Poe nodded, looked at Queen Nocturna, and said to her, "Your plan was actually not bad. It's a pity you chose to mess with the wrong guy, and your execution was flawed. If you and I work together, the plan can still continue."

He chuckled and added, "You young girls think things through and recognize them inadequately."

Seeing Queen Nocturna's silent, sullen face, Edgar Allan Poe made the decision for her. He smiled generously at Lin Sanjiu and said, "Say what you want to ask. The few of us can cooperate openly and honestly, no problem."

Lin Sanjiu believed in cooperation between people, but she only sneered in her heart. "The cooperation you're talking about is using me to kill other game makers, isn't it?"

Edgar Allan Poe smiled, brushing his hair back. "You don't need to make things sound nasty just because you're at a disadvantage. After all, if you don't help yourself, you'll be condemned by heaven and earth."

Lin Sanjiu tilted her head and said in a friendly tone, "What if I don't agree?"

"You have to even if you don't want to," Queen Nocturna interjected. "Who saved your life? Don't you care about your friends?"

"She has friends in our hands?" Edgar Allan Poe said, quick to pick up this detail.

Queen Nocturna didn't have a chance to respond. As soon as Edgar Allan Poe's voice fell, a tornado rose from the ground of this huge room—a dark gray, violent howling airstream, which swallowed the two of them in an instant. However, they were protected by words, and even though they were invisible, they were unharmed, faintly shouting in the storm, "What are you doing?!"