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

1522: A Chance for You to Live

"Heh!"

With a slap that wasn't particularly forceful, Lin Sanjiu's hand landed on Edgar Allan Poe's left cheek, bringing him back to his senses with a snap. He had been staring blankly 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 black sea. It left her feeling groggy, unable to clear her head. It took her a good ten or more seconds to realize that Edgar Allan Poe was silently daydreaming.

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

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

As Lin Sanjiu turned back, Edgar Allan Poe had already recovered his wits. Startled by the slap, 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, glancing back at Master Zhang's silent phone. "You skipped Master Zhang so as not to let me know, right?"

If anyone thought that Edgar Allan 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 Allan Poe stared at her as if she had just peeled off her face to reveal an alien underneath. He must have assumed that putting the communication 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 Allan 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 game launches."

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

"I don't know what..." Edgar Allan 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 Allan Poe. The latter 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 slapped her forehead.

Yu Yuan had described to her an ability that could make a lie become reality, and the effect of [Pygmalion Choker] could last for five minutes; the time limit hadn't yet been reached. Edgar Allan 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.