After leaving the world of all NPCs

Muttering to herself, Zofia recalled what had happened before.

Seven days ago at night, I finished dealing with some business matters and was busy until late. I was preparing to rest with the help of the maids.

Suddenly, an arrow flew out of the window.

The arrow is extremely powerful.

It can even penetrate an entire city block.

This arrow could only be shot by a living hero on earth.

Sofia was frightened for a moment and subconsciously counterattacked with her left hand and dodged to the side.

after that……

She was shot in the lower abdomen.

"Woo..."

Sofia couldn't help but cover her forehead.

Why should I hide?

If she had just stood there, the arrow wouldn't have hurt her at all, but the fighting instincts she developed as a knight harmed her instead.

In short, Sofia was admitted to the hospital.

After investigation, it seemed that the Platinum Lord of the Wuzhou Alliance had defected, and in order to buy time, he carried out indiscriminate assassinations and wanted to muddy the waters.

"I'm the only one injured."

Zofia's cheek twitched slightly.

After assassinating a group of people, she was the only one injured and hospitalized...

Doesn't this make me look like a loser?

In short, after entering the hospital, Zofia heard that the Platinum Throne had fled to the border between Casimir and Ursus, and was hit by a salvo of naval guns, which also razed a Black Iron Throne and two Blue Gold Thrones to the ground.

After careful consideration, Zofia came to a conclusion.

She seemed to have just taken a nap and arrived here.

Is this a dream?

wrong.

This is not a dream.

All the senses are too real, even the pain.

Sofia's expression gradually became solemn.

What worried her most was not her own safety, but the sisters Maria and Margaret on the stage. What if they were also real...

Suddenly, Zofia turned her head sharply, and her fingers clasped the whip blade at her waist.

"who is it?"

What came into view was a girl with silver hair cascading down like moonlight.

Xinteleya was standing quietly half a step behind her, her white horse ears shining like pearls under the light.

She was wearing a black and white maid outfit, and the lace on the skirt swayed gently with her movements.

The corseted design makes the already slender waist look even more slender, as soft and fragile as a willow branch in the moonlight.

The collar was tied with a black satin ribbon, which made the skin on her collarbone look as pure as fresh snow.

The over-the-knee white suspender stockings tightly wrapped around the slender legs, with delicate bows adorning the sock cuffs, forming a sharp contrast with the black round-toed leather shoes.

"Lin Guang, you are dead too?" Xinteleya's voice was as cold as the moonlight on a winter night.

Zofia's pupils shrank slightly: "Xinteleya? Aren't you dead?"

"You're dead too."

"No, I'm not dead..."

Xinteleya said to herself, "This is the world after death. Isn't that what they say? Dreams and death are twins. We are in the world of the dead. When we die, our souls will enter the bodies here. You are, and so am I."

"I'm dead?" Zofia suspected that Xinteleya was playing a trick on her.

However, the enemy was being hunted by the Wuzhu Alliance and was also being bombarded by the border warships and cannons. There was no chance of survival...

So he was really dead?

No.

No, if I am really dead, then this body is also fake?

Zofia suddenly grabbed the collar of her windbreaker, and the metal buttons flew off under the brute force, rolling and clanging on the stage floor.

The white trench coat slipped off his shoulders.

The action was rough, and the belt around the waist was pulled out violently, and the metal buckle hit the floor with a crisp sound.

The knight's jacket was torn open, and the sound of the button threads snapping was like a series of tiny whimpers.

Zofia looked down at her belly.

There should have been a hideous arrow wound there, but now it was as smooth as before, and the skin glowed with a healthy luster under the stage lights.

"Even the hidden injuries..."

She shakily untied the armor on her left arm.

The calluses from years of holding the sword disappeared, and the old injuries accumulated in knightly competitions were nowhere to be seen.

Even the injury on his left hand healed.

The body is indeed your own body, but it is a perfect body.

Why is this happening?

"How could this be? Am I really dead?"

Zofia's voice caught in her throat.

She looked up at Maria and Margaret who were still performing.

"Only dead souls come into this world's body...right?" Zofia confirmed.

Xinteleya nodded confidently: "Yes."

As a professional killer, Xinteleya tells lies without blushing.

Zofia suddenly took a step forward, and her long legs wrapped in black stockings instantly shortened the distance between the two of them.

"and many more!"

Before Xinteleya could react, Zofia grabbed her wrist.

It was cool and soft to the touch, but more noticeable.

"What is this sound?"

A faint buzzing sound came from under Xinteleya's skirt, the frequency as steady as some kind of mechanical operation.

Zofia's ears pricked up alertly, and her dark golden tail was stiff and taut.

"Tsk!"

Xinteleya didn't answer immediately, her expression looking like a corporate slave who was forced to do troublesome work by an unscrupulous boss.

So, the lovely platinum queen slowly raised her right hand wrapped in a white silk glove, grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up gently.

The hem of her skirt rose to mid-thigh, revealing a small section of snow-white skin above the sock opening, and...

Pink device attached to the inside of the garter stocking.

The delicate metal component was no bigger than a thumb, connected to a translucent pink wire, and was making a slight humming sound.

Zofia's pupils suddenly contracted, and her eyes from the tips of her ears to her neck instantly turned crimson. She subconsciously took a half step back, and the heels of her boots hit the edge of the stage with a dull sound.

"This, this is!?"

"He controls the shackles bestowed upon him by the being of this world." Sintela calmly lowered the hem of her skirt, the lace fluttering to conceal the blushing device. "He intercepts the souls of women and plays with them at will."

Zofia's tail stood stiffly on end and her throat was tight.

She watched as Sintela adjusted the hem of her skirt with mechanical precision, tying the ties of her black apron into a neat bow at the back of her waist.

The white ruffles on the chest of the maid outfit rose and fell gently with her breathing, making her flat curves even more pitiful.

"You just accept it like that?" Zofia's voice trembled a little.

Xinteleya raised her eyes, and in her moonlight-like eyes she reflected Zofia's flushed face. "Why should I resist? As long as I play with him when he's in the mood, I can get paid... I don't have to work, but I can get paid. This used to be my dream."

This dream is really ordinary.

Sofia was speechless.

However, when he recalled what he had learned about Xinteleya's experience, he didn't even feel angry at her for not fighting back.

Zofia asked, "Why the old dream? What is the dream now?"

Xinteleya once lifted her skirt and pointed at the word "正" on it: "Save enough ○○."

"What?" Sophia suspected she had heard wrongly.

Xinteleya said seriously, "As long as he's killed enough times, he can be resurrected. Even if he's turned to ash, he can be resurrected."

"Clam?"

"Anyway, this body isn't the same one I had before I died. And look," Sintreya pointed at the female actors on the stage, "this body has been fucked countless times, so it doesn't matter."

Sophia blurted out: "You mean Maria and Margaret were..."

Cintrea nodded.

Zofia's fingers unconsciously rubbed the handle of the whip blade, her knuckles turned white from the effort, her eyes moved back and forth between Maria and Cintrea on the stage, her ears trembling uneasily.

"Take me to see the owner of this place." Zofia suddenly stood up straight, her voice regaining the calmness she used in business negotiations. "Trade my services in exchange for their safety. This body isn't real anyway, right?"

Cintela asked doubtfully, "But they aren't either."

Zofia said: "This is my bottom line as an elder and a knight - I would rather take the risk myself than let the children take the risk."

Xinteleya watched quietly as Zofia pretended to be calm.

The tips of the female knight's ears had already turned blood red, but her tail was stubbornly raised high, like a flag declaring war.

"It's no use telling me, I just came here to scare you."

Xinteleya said lightly.

Sophia: “?”

"This is not the afterlife, but a place similar to a dream world. You will enter here as long as you fall asleep."

Sofia: “???”

"But the body here was toyed with by the employer, and the resurrection is true."

Sofia: “???”

"But unfortunately, you and someone else are online at the same time. My employer went to see that lady, so I had to come here to deal with you. What a hassle! Didn't I say I only needed to sleep with him? Why do I have to do this kind of work?"

Zofia took a deep breath and suddenly drew her sword: "Assassin of the No Helmet Alliance, take my sword!!"

After a long time, the stage was empty.

call out!

Ye Zuochen suddenly appeared on the stage, glanced at the audience, and was suddenly stunned.

Zofia was strapped into the front row seat.

The white windbreaker, black shorts and leather belt he was wearing were scattered all over the floor.

She was only wearing thin black underwear.

The rope loop behind the neck splits into two strands, sliding down along the collarbone. The knot is precisely stuck in the depression of the sternum, slightly pressing the edge of the black lace bra and revealing some overflowing white.

The wrists were tied crosswise on both sides of the armrests, and the knots intentionally left three fingers of slack.

It ensures that you cannot break free and does not hinder blood circulation.