In the dungeon game, I subdued all the monsters with my strength.

The painting shows a girl sleeping on the princess's bed.

Just when Jiang Yingbai was about to tear up the painting, a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision. The man was hunched over and staring with dead eyes.

Jiang Yingbai looked at him, her heart relieved a little, and finally came. She asked, her tone not surprised at all, "Gul?"

Gul's expressionless face moved slightly.

Jiang Yingbai asked again, "Are you me?"

Looking back on the past few days of the mission, except for the week in the uninhabited mountain, she basically never had a peaceful day, and things came to her one after another.

The first two towns can be explained as bad luck, but it would be too deceiving to explain Tianhe Town as bad luck.

Targeting a person often requires a lot of time, intelligence, and resources as a basis, and Lopra has all of these.

But players are different. Players who start from 0 can hardly guarantee basic survival, let alone explore the main line of tasks, participate in politics, and initiate wars at the same time.

Unless the player puts a monitor and locator on her, she can easily grasp the main story line and her whereabouts.

Having said all that, what Jiang Yingbai actually wanted to express was that Gur couldn't be the undercover agent he planted next to Julian, and Gur was most likely being controlled by someone.

Gul smiled, his smile a bit sinister in the dim light. He praised it without any pain, and indirectly admitted, "You are very smart."

Jiang Yingbai didn't answer the question and went straight to the point, "Tell me about it."

Gul raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

Jiang Yingbai looked indifferent, "As for the cooperation content, you have worked so hard to do this, don't you just want to cooperate with me? Otherwise, with your strength, you can tie me up and force me to listen to you."

Gul smiled and clapped, but neither his words nor his expression showed true feelings at all. Coupled with that lifeless expression, it was extremely hypocritical, "You are so resolute, aren't you curious about who I am?"

Jiang Yingbai took out three paintings and said, "Painter."

Guer applauded again, "Haha, I saw it right."

Smiling but saying nothing, answering questions that were not asked, and applauding at every turn, this was the impression the painter left on Jiang Yingbai. She seriously doubted that the painter was pretending because he had watched too many novels and movies.

Jiang Yingbai withdrew his clone and said, "I'm not a fool. Just tell me what you have to say and don't waste your time."

The painter then suppressed the fake smile on his face and said, "I need you to steal something from the palace."

Jiang Yingbai said without thinking, "I refuse."

Just kidding, what's the difference between this and asking her to die?
She continued, "Can't you control people? Can't you just control a soldier to steal?"

Although she was just talking nonsense, in terms of practice, the painter can really do it.

The palace has the best resources, the best manpower, and the most rigorous security measures, but these are not a problem for advanced players, no, for painters.

In the past two days, the artist has demonstrated skills such as manipulation, brush rendering, perception that is different from ordinary people, weapons of mass destruction, and remote communication tools.

The most important thing is that except for weapons of mass destruction, everything else is an extension of his skills. To sum up, let alone go to the palace to steal something, he can bloodbath the palace without any problem.

Painter, "Only you can steal it."

Jiang Yingbai shook her head and refused. If this was the case, she would not be able to agree. Isn't this clearly a trap?

The painter chuckled twice and glanced at the painting in her hand, "Don't you want to know the truth about this world?"

Jiang Yingbai met his tired eyes, and the two looked at each other for a while, without blinking. One looked calm and the other looked like he was about to die. The scene was extremely strange.

After a long time, Jiang Yingbai walked to the table and asked, "Why did you organize a resistance army?"

The painter knew what she meant, and if his answer dissatisfied her, there was no need to talk about it.Jiang Yingbai was not afraid of him, and his momentum during the conversation was not inferior to that of the other party. Facing an enemy that was far higher than him, fear was useless. Killing her was just a matter of thought. In the face of absolute force, any means were useless. Use it, so she won't be timid.

What's more, when the other party is "begging" for her, even though this "begging" is because of Xia.

"Perfect pass," said the painter.

She looked at him and motioned for him to continue.

The painter suddenly said, "You are not a fool."

Jiang Yingbai said coldly, "No one will admit that they are a fool."

Sometimes she really wants to have an extra accelerator button or jump button in her life to skip all these useless nonsense and meaningless body movements.

The painter still had that carefree expression, and it seemed like he was enjoying chatting with her, "It's normal to sharpen a pencil, isn't it?"

Jiang Yingbai nodded.

The painter continued to ask, "What about ten times?"

Jiang Yingbai nodded again.

"What about a hundred times?"

Jiang Yingbai hesitated and did not answer. This question is not rigorous. If you sharpen 100 pencils every day, it is definitely not normal. But if you do, try the challenge on a whim, or maybe you are a new painter who bought different brands and many boxes of pencils. Lead, it is not impossible to sharpen 100 pencils in a whole day.

"What if it's a thousand times? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand? Apart from physiological needs, the rest of the time is spent sharpening pencils."

Hearing this, Jiang Yingbai understood a little bit what he meant.

The painter continued to ask, "If there was such a person beside you, what would you think of him?"

Jiang Yingbai gave his answer very honestly, "I have no opinion."

Just cut it off, it has nothing to do with her, what can she think?

The painter's expression did not change. He was not disappointed by the disappointing words. On the contrary, the smile on his face gradually became crazy. "Is he sick? Is he mentally abnormal? Is he crazy? Is he too idle? Is he paranoid?"

Jiang Yingbai said, "There seems to be no difference between the words you said."

The painter ignored her words and continued to say, "No, these are all wrong. This is art, a very perfect art."

Jiang Yingbai was noncommittal, "You mean, anything is perfect as long as it's done to the extreme, whether it's good or bad."

A sincere smile appeared on the painter's face. He was very satisfied that she could understand what he meant, which made him very happy, "Yes."

Jiang Yingbai naturally brought the topic back on track, "So you want to try a path to destroy the world?"

Destroy the world?It is indeed a simple and easy way.

Rather than laboriously conquering NPCs, digging around for the main plot, and racking your brains to find a way to save the world, it would be really easy if a bomb exploded, not to mention that the world was about to end.

Surprisingly, the painter shook his head and said, "The route you mentioned is really attractive. I originally thought so too, but in the middle of the journey I found a more interesting route."

Jiang Yingbai raised his eyebrows, already guessing what he was going to say.

The painter's voice was sad and cold, "Replace it."

"Wash the whole world."