A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

Lan Xiangyuan gritted her teeth, almost swinging the dagger until it sparked.

However, at the same time, a question also arose in her mind.

Could it really be like that?

Otherwise, why wouldn't you have the heart to strangle such a scumbag?

Strangling him would be too lenient. If it were me, I would slice him into thousands of pieces with this dagger and still not be satisfied!

Nie Wan has never been kind to others, so why is she so weak towards this person? What other reason could explain this?

She couldn't help but steal a glance at Nie Wan beside her, and Nie Wan naturally noticed immediately.

There's nothing wrong with admitting it, she said frankly: "That guy really hit a nerve with me."

"Oh," Lan Xiangyuan mechanically replied, swinging her dagger as she spoke, "If it were anyone else, I would definitely call them a jerk. But since it's you... it's normal for you to think this way. I know you're not thinking this way out of gratitude or anything like that; you have your own perspective on this world..."

"We're both shameless, but I'm shameless in a deeper way than others, right?" Nie Wan summarized briefly.

Lan Xiangyuan opened her mouth, then bit her lip, and finally hummed in agreement.

Nie Wan laughed and said, "Thank you, I feel much better now that you mention it."

Finally, I have the real feeling that the two of us are friends and can joke around with each other.

Finally, someone was willing to judge her behavior and tell her that what she did was wrong and that it led her astray.

Lan Xiangyuan is willing to comment on her behavior and take responsibility for her life.

I'm willing to be her friend.

Lan Xiangyuan also felt the relief on Nie Wan's body and laughed along.

But soon, this quiet warmth was disrupted by unforeseen events.

The change did not originate from within the memory itself, but rather from this labyrinth of memories.

The numerous forward-branching corridors suddenly intertwined, forming a complex knot ahead.

Memories intertwine on the knotted corridors.

These intertwined memories are all fragmented, with shimmering fragments of images interwoven together, dazzling the eye.

But what's even more bewildering is that the memory corridor behind us is also beginning to change, exhibiting the same disarray.

The spatial disturbance caused Nie Wan and Lan Xiangyuan to also become disoriented, their heads spinning.

"What's going on?" Lan Xiangyuan clung tightly to Nie Wan's arm, trying to summon Fu'e Lun back to land at their feet.

Nie Wan stopped her, saying, "This is a normal phenomenon after using the Goddess of Fate's dagger. Just swing the dagger one more time."

She reached out to Lan Xiangyuan's hand holding the knife, grasped the hilt, and flicked a piece of obsidian on it.

A burst of black light suddenly erupted from the dagger, condensing into an even larger blade.

Nie Wan swung her sword down, instantly shattering the knotted memory corridor into countless pieces, leaving only the central corridor intact.

"What kind of explanation is this?"

“The Knot of Gordianus,” Nie Wan said. “It is said to have been tied by a king when he was binding Zeus’s oxcart, and was later cut open by Alexander with a single stroke.”

"A variation of the Nine Linked Rings story?"

"Yes, Teacher Yu told me that using a dagger to fast forward might lead to this kind of scene, so it's better to just cut through all the memory corridors cleanly and decisively."

“You would have done it even if she hadn’t said anything.” Lan Xiangyuan let go of her arm. “It’s been quite painful to have reached this point in the inheritance process. We don’t necessarily have to switch to this job. Even if all the memory corridors are destroyed, you won’t regret it, right?”

Nie Wan nodded: "Yes, it's not a question of whether I want it or not, but that it can't do without me."

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on the long corridor ahead.

There were no new memories ahead, but two other clones appeared faintly, namely He Chang and Yi Yuehan.

They are gradually approaching this place, and this place is also approaching that place.

Nie Wan looked at the subtle ripples floating in the void.

"Are you sure you don't want to keep testing me? I haven't reached my limit yet, and I haven't been expelled from the palace."

Lan Xiangyuan followed Rang's gaze to the void. Although she couldn't see anything, she still made a sarcastic expression, as if to say, "Yeah, why can't it work now?"

Just be a good friend, don't worry about anything else, just join the group buy immediately.

In the void, the ripple became even more pronounced.

A voice rang in Nie Wan's ears.

Why are you putting me through this? I've always been good to you.

I believe that being honest and open with each other is the best choice for both of us.

Nie Wan responded calmly.

[Besides, weren't you also plotting against me? Releasing Indra, forcing me to take him to the land of the inheritance of the concept of fortune and misfortune, and even accidentally getting involved in the Second World—can you say you weren't involved? Can you say you didn't want him to become a second Venerable Heartfire, didn't want to use him and me to delve deeper into this game?]

This equally cold and unresponsive voice remained silent for a while before speaking again.

That was only directed at Indra, not you. To you, I've been more than kind and righteous.

You treated me with utmost kindness without informing me, and now you're only showing up to collect interest? This is bound to make you an enemy.

If you were a narrow-minded person, you wouldn't be where you are today.

"If I were the kind of person who would unconditionally believe and be soft-hearted just because someone said a few nice words to me, I wouldn't be where I am today."

I can give you my inheritance, and I can give you things like peace, but I cannot be as undefended as peace is; you must exchange them for something of equal value.

What if I don't exchange them?

"...Then there's nothing I can do."

The concept of memory suddenly surrendered without warning, softening towards Nie Wan.

Lan Xiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief for Nie Wan, thinking that she had won this silent battle.

Unexpectedly, the scene changed dramatically the next moment, with the surging magma once again shimmering with dazzling light.

Beneath him lay Shao Wenjun's corpse, foaming at the mouth and nearly dead.

Ahead lay two more corpses, their faces unrecognizable, revealing a gruesome and horrifying state of decay.

Lan Xiangyuan instinctively covered Nie Wan's eyes, gritting her teeth and cursing angrily.

"Such a rigid concept, can't you even come up with a different approach?"

The texture under my hands felt strange; it was warm and sticky.

Lan Xiangyuan was very surprised. When she let go of her hand, she was horrified to find that what was under her hand was not Nie Wan at all, but the same disfigured, rotting and dissolving face.

"What... happened to you?"

The rotting face didn't speak, it just smiled at her, eerily terrifying.

Lan Xiangyuan did not retreat, but continued to move forward, pressing closer until she was almost nose to nose with that strange face.

"Don't be afraid, this is definitely some kind of curse, we'll find a way to break it soon!"