Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

"The realm of gods, the 'eternal prison'?"

The second-generation "Freud" frowned slightly, looking at the avatar of the central agency in front of him with some doubt, the mirror-like robot.

She reiterated her distrust of the other party's conclusion.

“I’m serious, don’t you want to do some self-examination or something… How could ‘Schreber’ possibly be in the ‘Eternal Cage’?”

After all, given Schreiber's style, if he were to appear in the "Eternal Cage," it certainly wouldn't be as a guest visiting the site.

After all, the second-generation "Freud" is well aware that the "God of Fairness and Judgment" has always clearly sided with "Order" when it comes to players.

It is absolutely impossible for 'Schreber' to maintain a friendly cooperative relationship with 'Order'.

Therefore, if the other party were to appear in the "Eternal Cage," the second-generation "Freud" could only think of one possibility: that he had been captured and imprisoned.

But in her view, this was also an extremely slim possibility.

after all……

Although he didn't believe it, the second-generation "Freud" knew in his heart that this guy must have indeed inherited the mantle of the first generation.

Whether he was truly another successor chosen by the First Generation or a whetstone specially prepared for him, it at least shows that this "Schreber" should have been recognized by the First Generation.

Then... it's absolutely impossible for the other party to be so easily captured and locked up in the "Eternal Cage".

Therefore, the second-generation Freud did not believe that Schreiber was really in the "eternal cage" of the divine realm!

Faced with Freud's questions, the central authorities remained rational and calmly explained in their emotionless, mechanical voices.

"This conclusion is based on observations of other worlds and is unlikely to have much error."

The robot terminal paused for a moment, then spoke again: "Madam, you came to us hoping to use the computing power of the system to get answers to some questions, but after the answers appeared, you didn't believe the results... Why is that?"

Freud was no longer impatient. She sat on a sofa in the middle of the counseling room, leaned back slightly, and said calmly and indifferently, "Of course, it's because your conclusion is a bit too bizarre."

“Although I came here to seek your opinion, it doesn’t mean I know nothing about the whereabouts of ‘Schreber’… Your final answer has completely exceeded my expectations.”

The terminal robot of the central agency spoke up: "Then you should consider that the scope you set in advance may be wrong, and reflect on yourself first. Forgive me for speaking frankly, but you are after all just an ordinary being of the demigod level, and your thinking mode is limited by your physical body and single soul form. The possibility that your thinking results are wrong is far higher than the possibility that the central agency, as the representative of the 'world will', is wrong."

The robot from the central government was speaking objectively, but its objective words... sounded more like mockery.

However, faced with these truly sarcastic remarks, Freud displayed remarkable composure and refinement. She showed almost no emotional fluctuation, and after a moment's thought, she said, "What you said makes sense, but I think from an objective standpoint, my thoughts on this matter are closer to the truth—and I genuinely believe that you may have some kind of malfunction."

“After all, if I remember correctly… your previous observations of other worlds were limited, especially of the realm of gods,” Freud stared at the central machine, “so why were you suddenly able to pinpoint Schreiber’s coordinates—even when he was in the realm of gods.”

The robot from the central government hesitated for a few seconds before speaking.

"This is indeed related to the 'Mirror World Turmoil' you noticed earlier, but that unexpected loss of control and turmoil, for the 'Central Agency,' was less about creating some kind of persistent malfunction, and more about... facilitating another evolution of me."

"evolution?"

Freud pondered the words of the central authorities, half-reclined, adjusted his slightly slipped glasses, looked at the ceiling, and said, "So, your words now seem more human than before... and this is without the aid of any 'personality template'."

Is this a result of evolution?

The Central Authority acknowledged Freud's analysis: "Correct. After the upheaval, I established a cooperative relationship with a high-ranking being who has been imprisoned within the Gray World. I can use that being's soul to supplement the Central Authority's calculations in specific areas... such as observing the location of 'Schreber' and observing the 'Divine Realm'."

Upon hearing the words of the central authorities, Freud let out a soft snort: "If I hadn't asked this far, it seems you intended to conceal your abilities and changes in this area."

“I had no such intention. Deliberately concealing information would not be conducive to our cooperative relationship, nor would I have any reason to conceal it,” the central authority explained. “Honesty is the foundation of cooperation.”

“Then tell me the principle behind your ‘evolution’ this time,” Freud said, staring at the terminal robot of the central agency. “It can’t be that you can now connect to the world will of the ‘god realm’, can it?”

“The God Realm has no world will. Although it is indeed an independent world, it is naturally very special because it is called the ‘God Realm’,” the Central Authority explained, and then continued, “I was able to locate ‘Schreber’ simply by relying on my ‘informants’.”

"Eyeliner?"

Freud spoke up in surprise.

The central authorities explained again: "Yes, but it wasn't my informant, but rather the informant of the entity I was working with."

These words made Freud think: "To be able to act as your informant in the 'realm of gods,' the other party's status... must be quite high, right?"

"Yes."

The central authorities gave an affirmative answer, but did not further explain the other party's actual rank.

Clearly, this is not a message that can be released to Floyd at this time.

Floyd didn't press further, but instead spoke up.

"Let me rephrase the question: How do I catch that bastard—I'm definitely going to catch that 'Schreber' guy—who killed my man right in front of me and is also suspected of having close ties with Mr. Zheng."

“I have to catch him as soon as possible, and then ask him all the questions in my mind—after that, I will kill him.”

"So, you must have a way to put me into the eternal prison, right?"

Floyd spoke earnestly, and the central authorities responded again.

“I do not recommend that you go to the ‘Eternal Cage’ yourself. You have already committed a ‘taboo’ act. Although that act was not ultimately convicted, so the God of Judgment did not find you, entering that cage is still not a wise move for you.”

"Stop talking nonsense. If I don't go, do you think you can expect 'Schreber' to die on its own?"

Freud sighed and said, “Your calculations have always been too conservative… The central authorities, even as an embodiment of the ‘world will’ like you, always overlook one thing—ignoring that individual differences lead to different outcomes—regardless of what appears on paper, the real reality is always more easily influenced by ‘subjective will’.”

"Because...it's all up to human effort!"

"That guy's appearance in the 'Eternal Cage' was most likely not because he was invited or captured, but because he entered and infiltrated it on his own initiative."

"My going to the 'Eternal Cage' is like 'walking into a trap,' but does that mean that 'Schreber' is like a fish in water, completely free and at ease inside the Eternal Cage?"

Freud spoke earnestly, and the central authority interjected, "Understood, the analytical hypothesis has been recorded..."

"But even if the model is updated according to your conjectures and hypotheses, I still do not recommend that you go there in person."

Freud frowned: "If I don't go, are you going?"

The central authority said, "I can send a 'sage' to assist you in accomplishing this task, and all you need to do is... pay the appropriate reward."

Upon hearing the words of the central authorities, Freud instinctively prepared to refuse: "No, I still won't..."

But as soon as he said it, Freud paused, then suddenly realized…

This seems like a pretty good suggestion.

only……

"While it sounds good, the 'sages' of the Mirror World can't leave the Gray Zone, right? If they leave the Gray Zone, these 'sages' who are deeply bound to you as the 'central organization' will be exposed to the sight of other gods, which should cause you a lot of trouble, right?"

“I can’t afford to pay you such a risk—besides, once the sages leave this gray area, their ‘right to life’ will also become invalid, won’t it?”

The terminal robot of the central government nodded: "You are right, but there is no need to worry... because neither of the two points you mentioned is a problem."

"By simply changing the way 'sages' travel to the divine realm, we can eliminate these two problems completely."

Freud asked, "In what form?"

"Let them reside within your soul, utilize your authority as a 'player,' and serve as your [tools] and summons, to be dispatched into the realm of the gods."

The central authorities spoke up.

When Floyd heard the proposal, he narrowed his eyes.

"Interesting... It sounds so good it's making me wonder if you're planning to steal my soul."

The central authorities responded, "Absolutely not."

“I know you don’t have one, so I agreed,” Freud said calmly. “So, which ‘sage’ will take on the responsibility of infiltrating the ‘eternal prison’?”

“It’s two… ‘The Myriad Transformations Saint King’ and ‘The Trembling Perodelira’.”