Foolish Game of the Chapter 1015: He Really Is Delusional!

"Who are you calling delusional?"

Honestly, aside from skin so pale it verged on sickly, this teammate looked perfectly normal. Even handso, in fact. Not the androgynous beauty of Aph Ros — more of a masculine allure tinged with illness.

His features should have read as rugged, yet woven through the ruggedness was a thread of sothing... subtly effeminate.

The man's sharp gaze swept over ng Youfang. After appraising him head to toe, he sneered:

"Physician, heal thyself!

I'm rely pursuing love. You, ng Youfang — you're the biggest delusional case in this entire world!"

These two clearly didn't get along. Not wanting to stir the pot through ng Youfang's mouth, Cheng Shi glanced at Hu Xuan for gossip. But ng Youfang — however aloof he appeared — had quite the venomous tongue.

"Love?

You?

How could a deity feel empathy for a mortal?"

"?"

Cheng Shi's eyebrow quirked. He slled a bombshell. But that's when Fang Yuan stepped in to diate.

"That's enough, you two. Take your personal matters offline. We don't have ti."

He rapped the table and pointed at the knights rampaging below:

"The Toll Knights are closing in. Of the Three Suns Towers, Yesterday Truth has already been burned to ash. Today Truth is being ravaged by Galusha. Only Tomorrow Truth — under our feet — remains.

This is a [Truth] trial, in case anyone's forgotten. When this tower — the Tower of Logic's supre seat of power — falls, what experints will be left in Tusnat?

Then where exactly are we supposed to complete this trial?

Focus on the present. Galusha hasn't arrived yet, but every grand scholar of the Erudition Presidium is dead. Clearly, a conspiracy is buried here — one likely connected to whatever experint the trial wants us to find.

I've tried. These bodies can't be revived. The grand scholars prepared for this — they don't want anyone knowing where they went.

Don't just stare at . Anyone have thoughts?

Wei Zhi — stop eating. You know the Erudition Presidium best. Tell us: what happened in this era?"

While Fang Yuan spoke, the Reason Association's head had torn off Ernie's second arm. Still greedily sucking "refined truth," he shook his head:

"The Reason Association isn't the History School. We pursue [Truth]. We pursue Them. The one thing we don't pursue is history.

But — you think I actually enjoy eating this?"

"Don't you?" The pale man snorted with disgust.

Wei Zhi tossed the arm aside and laughed:

"I do — but not purely!

This is a Life Extension Departnt technique: consu flesh and blood to commune with their truth. I'm tracking Ernie's whereabouts. Relax — I want them alive more than any of you do. And I know these old codgers wouldn't die this easily.

But I need more ti."

"How long?" Fang Yuan checked the base of the tower again, then produced a simple staff resembling a court rod. With practiced ease, he blasted open a void rift above the round table — clearly preparing an escape route.

"Haste buries truth — a foolish act.

If you can't wait, go ahead. Just leave

the scholars' bodies."

'Leave them for you? So you can snack on the clues?'

Fang Yuan sighed, scooped up the nearest corpse, and leaped into the void. Over his shoulder:

"Even in a place about to lose all [Order], orderly action can still bring hope of victory.

Everyone — coming?"

Cheng Shi assessed the situation. The plan was decent, but nobody here shared the sa wavelength. No one followed.

Wei Zhi had started on the second corpse. The pale man hadn't moved, though his eyes kept darting toward Cheng Shi.

Cheng Shi had noticed from the start that this [mory] believer harbored intense hostility toward him. But why? It couldn't be faith opposition — at this tier, that was child's play.

Not the ng Youfang connection either, since the hostility had been there from the man's very first glance.

Baffled, Cheng Shi certainly wasn't going to buddy up with a possible enemy. He signaled Hu Xuan with his eyes — ti to split off.

Hu Xuan had zero objections. She simply smiled: "Your call. I'll follow you."

Cheng Shi nodded, then addressed Fang Yuan:

"Everyone here is strong beyond question. In a race against ti like this, there's no point clustering together. Better to scatter and investigate — maximize efficiency.

Six bodies, one per person. Take them as clues. Now, let

check the ti..."

Before Cheng Shi could pull out his pocket watch, ng Youfang chid in like a precision clock: "Real-world ti: 9:47:32."

"?" Cheng Shi pulled out his wristwatch. Exact match.

He stared in surprise: "Talent?"

ng Youfang shook his head mysteriously: "[Ti]'s gift to an old friend."

"..."

'And you say you're not delusional?'

Cheng Shi dry-laughed, nodded, and addressed the room:

"Since none of us know what happened here, let's give each other ti to investigate. Three hours should be enough — I doubt Galusha can burn all of Tusnat that fast.

So if anyone still wants to cooperate afterward, we'll et in three hours at the ruins of Yesterday Truth. A tower that's already been torched shouldn't attract much attention.

Sound good?"

Cheng Shi rarely took charge of a trial's tempo from the start. But this match was different. Every teammate looked like a lunatic. Add the parade of "head chief" and "president" titles — clearly these weren't people who'd walk in lockstep.

So rather than calling it a suggestion, he'd used efficiency as a pretext to shelve the awkward dynamics — giving everyone a face-saving excuse to split up without tearing each other apart.

Fang Yuan had expected this "disorderly" behavior. Smiling, he nodded, grabbed the nearest corpse, and vanished into the void.

Wei Zhi was still drinking blood. Cheng Shi frowned and signaled Hu Xuan to leave.

But just as he and the Life Sage each collected a grand scholar's corpse and turned to go, the pale teammate suddenly called out coldly: "I hear you're close with Zhen Xin?"

"?"

Cheng Shi's feet paused. 'So that's it — he's got a grudge against Zhen Xin?'

'Fine, fine, fine. Never saw that one coming. But Zhen Xin is Zhen Xin, and I am . Take it up with her — why co at ?'

'At most we're "coworkers." And the kind who deceive each other, at that.'

Thinking this, his mouth was already distancing:

"I wouldn't say close. Work-related at best.

She's the president, and as vice president, I have to report to her."

The room went still for a beat.

"You're also History School?"

Even Hu Xuan tilted her head in surprise: "Since when are you History School vice president?"

Cheng Shi smiled, left it at a teaser, then turned back to the pale man: "What — do I need to report to you too?"

The pale man snorted heavily. Then, inexplicably, he erupted. He flung a dagger with a venomous glare at Cheng Shi:

"You reek of [Deceit] from head to toe. Absolutely sickening."

Before the words fully left his mouth, he launched himself forward with terrifying speed and killing intent — hurtling straight toward Cheng Shi.

'Old Hunter!'

'This man is a [mory] assassin.'

'Shit. A genuine psychopath.'

Cheng Shi's eyes hardened. His hand shot toward the scalpel — but before he could act, soone else moved first.

And it wasn't Hu Xuan. It was ng Youfang!

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