The King of Black Fog

The warehouse was stuffed with things, and the area where Maria Yafelona was located felt like a small space carved out forcibly from a rice storage jar, filled with a crushing sense of oppression as if it could be submerged at any moment.

Yafeluna considered herself just an ordinary woman with a pretty face and decent skills in bed.

Aside from having killed people and witnessed some grand scenes, she was no different from an ordinary woman, dependent on herself for survival but dependent on a powerful man for a good life.

Such a worldview did not change even after the start of the Value Game, when she became a Player.

Deep down, she did not believe she could win against those geniuses whose intelligence, strength, and temperament all far exceeded the average person. Therefore, the instinct she awakened was that of a "Mafia Mistress".

It was because of such a life philosophy that she thought about escaping when Li Changzhou held her captive here, but immediately gave up the idea.

She didn't think she could survive this full moon event on her own.

Moreover, Li Changzhou was handsome, unclear whether strong or not, but certainly strange enough that she had no doubts about staying with him.

Maria Yafelona sighed once more.

The key issue now was not whether she wanted to or not, but whether the other party was willing.

The girl beside Li Changzhou, was considered exceedingly beautiful even by European standards.

So beautiful that, if that girl were interested in women, Maria Yafelona was sure that ninety percent of women would willingly fall for her.

Not turning into same-sex lovers, but purely because of that girl alone.

The chances of becoming Li Changzhou's mistress might be slim, but Maria Yafelona thought there was still a chance, as she was European, and a powerful man would certainly want to try a variety of women.

Moreover, as an experienced mistress, she was very aware that sometimes men care more about a woman's identity than her appearance.

Her identity as a Mafia Mistress might stimulate the other party.

Also, she hadn't lied to Li Changzhou, a player would die if their Identity Cards were destroyed—this was the main reason she harbored no illusions of running away.

From the moonlight entering the warehouse, the night had grown deep, she tossed and turned for a long time, having prepared many things to say the next time she saw Li Changzhou.

Just as she started to feel a bit sleepy, a vortex suddenly appeared before her eyes.

The vortex was pale white at first, but after two seconds, all sorts of colors surged from its center.

Maria Yafelona got up from her single bed, and as she did, the colors stabilized to reveal three people and an owl in the cramped warehouse space, standing before her.

"Changzhou!" Yafeluna said eagerly.

Li Changzhou did not give her the opportunity to express her loyalty, but instead handed her a piece of paper and a pen, and instructed, "Write down everything you know about the Value Game."

He then pointed to the little girl next to him and said, "She has already written. If you two write something fundamentally different, I can only express my regret."

"Changzhou, rest assured," said Yafeluna without any fear or hesitation.

Why would she lie for no reason?

She was indeed a mistress, but considered herself a good woman, except when absolutely necessary.

The little girl scoffed, arrogantly folding her arms even as a captive.

Yafeluna then realized who she was—the Player who, according to the official game—Little Moon—was rated as one of the most likely to take first place in the event, Czar Princess Bi!

With shock and an even deeper sense of submissiveness, Yafeluna found a plank of wood to use as a desk and wrote down everything she knew.

1. The time and place she received the Identity Card;

2. Details about the Instinct—The strength of her subordinates depended on the man she relied on, she couldn't harm men, and was more obedient to a man's commands than to her own;

3. The system-assigned, non-compulsory mission—To kill a Struggler every month, retrieve the Black Card, and based on her combat performance, she received a 'C' grade and exchanged it for the "Aphrodisiac" Skill (with Skill Introduction);

4. All the Player identities she knew, including the Egyptian Crocodile God Besok;

…

After thinking it over, Yafeluna added an introduction of herself at the end.

Having written everything else truthfully, here she couldn't resist embellishing a little bit, making her profile just a bit more attractive.

"Changzhou," she submitted her resume.

A little nervous, this was the first job interview of her life.

Li Changzhou took the paper and glanced at it, the owl on his shoulder looking as well. Then, he passed the paper to Yang Qinglan.

Yang Qinglan looked it over briefly before handing it to Czar Princess.

The Czar Princess huffed, reluctantly taking it, and after reading it, carelessly crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into a corner of the warehouse.

Yafeluna's gaze involuntarily followed her life's first resume as it rolled across the floor.

"No lies, that's good."

Yafeluna turned her attention back to Li Changzhou, giving him a smile, and as she was just about to speak, she suddenly noticed Li Changzhou giving a signal to the snow-white owl on his shoulder.

The owl gently flapped its wings, left him, and landed on her shoulder, its sharp claws gripping her neck.

Yafeiluna couldn't control herself, involuntarily tilting her head back as fear caused her to gasp for breath, but she didn't scream out loud.

As a Mafia Mistress, she could tell whether someone intended to kill. Li Changzhou had no intention of killing her.

"The time should be just about right," she heard Li Changzhou's voice, while her body sent a signal. It was midnight, the cooldown time for "Mafia Mistress" had ended.

"Summon them and let's have a look," Yang Qinglan told Yafeiluna.

Yafeiluna hesitated for a moment and answered, "Just now, I've already given up the identity of Buloke's mistress. I must now become the mistress of a new man in order to use my instincts."

Her gaze shifted to Li Changzhou, the implication clear that she wanted to be his mistress.

"Should I kill her?" Li Changzhou asked Yang Qinglan.

"A verbal, just verbally acknowledging will do!" Yafeiluna pleaded, like someone chasing a bus that had already started moving, fearful of being left in a no-man's land full of wolves—where the next bus wouldn't arrive until next year.

Li Changzhou still looked toward Yang Qinglan.

Yang Qinglan thought it over for a while, then shook her head gently and said, "Let's try it first."

"Since Miss Yang has spoken, I acknowledge you as my mistress," Li Changzhou nodded toward Yafeiluna.

Yafeiluna relaxed as if she had caught the bus, then contentedly started summoning her subordinates as if she were playing with a phone.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Groups of gas seemed to explode in the air, twenty human-shaped mists, gray and not very tall, only about 1.7 meters.

Some "stood" on the ground (with a mass of gray mist under their feet), while others floated above the warehouse.

The human-shaped black mist tilted its head, as did the owl.

"Oh! So many dirty things!" the Czar Princess exclaimed with curiosity.

"What are these?" Li Changzhou frowned and asked Yafeiluna.

Yafeiluna was even more puzzled than he was.

"I, I don't know!" she said frantically, her blue eyes scanning the gray mist, "But they are very strong, much stronger than before!"

"How strong?" Yang Qinglan was the only person on the scene who remained composed, which was not simple.

Yafeiluna, now completely excited and pleasantly surprised, said:

"I can feel that any single one of them could wipe out all my previous Mafia subordinates! They are not afraid of firearms! And they have great strength! They're also very fast!"

"Do they have any special abilities?" Li Changzhou asked with interest.

The owl's gaze withdrew from the crowd of gray mist figures and watched Yafeiluna wordlessly, its claws not exerting more pressure, but were already filled with strength.

She understood her brother's meaning, that if there were any, she would kill this woman.

Subordinates should be handy, the overly powerful ones are enemies.

After sensing for a while, Yafeiluna, slightly anxious, answered, "Changzhou, no."

Deep in her heart, she was very, very satisfied with the gray mist.

Li Changzhou was silent. He didn't trust this Italian woman, suspecting she was deceiving him—even though he had tried and could indeed command the gray mist.

It wasn't just Yafeiluna; the divorce and heartlessness of his parents had made it hard for him to trust anyone since he was a child.

Only because Yang Qinglan was so beautiful did he come to understand his parents' actions from the perspective of an adult, wanting to be with someone he liked.

Besides that, nothing had changed in his heart; he was still the nine-year-old who coldly watched his parents leave without a second thought.

"I think there's no need to worry," Yang Qinglan said softly beside him.

Li Changzhou looked at her, asking for a reason with his eyes.

"Would a person who has turned reliance on men into an instinct easily betray a man? I think we can trust her for now," she said.

After a pause, she added, "That's what I think. But if you don't like it, you can kill her."

"Changzhou, I promise—" Yafeiluna started to say something, but the owl tightened its grip.

Blood pearls squeezed out from the tips of its claws.

Four seconds later, Li Changzhou said to Yafeiluna, "Don't call me 'Changzhou'; my code name is..."

He pretended to ponder, glancing twice at the gray mist: "'Black Mist'."

Yafeiluna's heart finally settled, knowing she not only escaped danger but also gained an even more powerful man.

The owl released its grip, wiped the blood off on her, and returned to Li Changzhou's shoulder.

"Find your own way out, and don't damage anything here." A vortex appeared behind the three and the owl, drawing them into its colors, "Go into the city, hunt players, and bring back the points."