When You Become an NPC That Might Die Any Moment in the Novice Village

Upon realizing he still had a chance to be saved, Reynolds temporarily calmed down and swiftly entered actor mode.

As a representative of the Keula Clan and an old man who had lived for nearly a century, he possessed extraordinary acting talent that was no less than Bai Fu's.

He steadied himself with one hand on the chair beside him, simulating a tremble in his body as though scared, "This is too sudden, my mind is a bit muddled right now, I think I need something to sort out exactly what happened."

As Reynolds spoke, he was thinking about where exactly Bai Fu had gotten the information about his collusion with the Secret Tower.

This was crucial.

If he couldn't figure this out, even if Secret Tower's people managed to kill Bai Fu, he would likely be unable to stay on the Star Network and would have to defect to the Secret Tower.

Once he lost his status as a representative of the Keula Clan, he would become redundant to them, would the Secret Tower still shelter him?

Perhaps, but even if they did take him in, they would only treat him like trash, tossed aside at will.

Reynolds would not accept such an ending.

He racked his brains.

Could it be that Bai Fu had gotten the information from someone close to him?

No, that was impossible.

His communication with the Secret Tower was done through an S+ grade superpower user sent by them, and the method of communication was neither oral nor via the network, but by passing secret codes through chess.

Having taken such precautions, how could anyone close to him catch a flaw? And even if they did, the first thing they should have done was inform the rotating chairman Clavel.

Which meant the problem lay with someone from Secret Tower's side?

"Useless trash!"

Reynolds was furious.

Is the Secret Tower a spinning top, getting whipped by Bai Fu every time they meet? He'd take a beating, but now it was also dragging him into peril.

As irritated as he was, after some reflection, Reynolds relaxed quite a bit.

Since the information leakage was highly likely from inside the Secret Tower, all he had to do was kill Bai Fu, and he wouldn't have to worry about his own safety.

News from within the Secret Tower saying he conspired with them?

Pure slander, it's Secret Tower orchestrating a scheme of discord!

Just then, Bai Fu's voice suddenly rang out in the room, "Are you deliberately stalling for time, or do you have help?"

"How could I? It's just that I..." Reynolds let out a long sigh, shaking his head, "In fact, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. When I took that step, I knew what awaited me wouldn't be anything good. I just didn't expect it to come now, so I was a bit startled."

As he spoke, he poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Bai Fu.

"Interested in hearing an old man's story as he faces his end?"

Reynolds gently swirled his wine glass, his voice hoarse with a look of reminiscence in his eyes as he turned to gaze out of the window at the world beyond.

The atmosphere intensified!

With the right background music, it could make one unwittingly indulge in it like fine aged wine.

Bai Fu shook her head, "Not interested."

Reynolds's hand trembled, nearly flinging the wine glass from his grasp.

Hey, why aren't you playing by the book? I've already put on the face of having a hard tale to tell, as the Saintess, shouldn't you be playing your compassionate nature and listen sympathetically to the story I've just concocted?

He pulled a face like a bitter gourd, his voice slightly aggrieved, "You asked me to explain, and to explain properly I have to start with that rainy night fifty years ago."

Reynolds forcibly shifted back into storytelling mode.

Bai Fu cut him off directly, "I'm not interested in your story. I'm not very interested in the details of your collusion with the Secret Tower either. I just want to know where the Secret Tower has hidden the mother sample of the Dissociative Potion. If you don't know, tell me who does, or where that person might be."

The mother sample of the Dissociative Potion?

Reynolds was taken aback. He had heard about this, and because he had, he was puzzled as to why Bai Fu had gone to the trouble of exposing his identity just for this.

"What do you want with that?"

"You don't need to know why, you just need to answer honestly."

The Flying Demon Blade whirred, spreading a chilling intent to kill around the room.

Reynolds fell silent for a moment, "Are you really Bai Fu?"

This time he wasn't stalling, but he genuinely had such a doubt. Bai Fu didn't talk like this.

Bai Fu raised an eyebrow.

Not being honest, huh? Then she had no choice but to become harsh.

It so happened that not long ago, she had acquired a Spiritual Ability Construction called "Spirit Lock." The innate talent of Spirit Lock, "Heavenly God Descent," was akin to an advanced version of Combat Etiquette; if Combat Etiquette could be played with flair, Heavenly God Descent was even more interesting.

Bai Fu lightly tapped the pendant on her chest, and Reynolds instinctively felt something was off, but it was too late.

Within the Void Realm, an inexplicable power infused from above his head, and the next second, when he saw Bai Fu, a very peculiar thought suddenly surged in his heart—

This was a God, the god he needed to worship forever, even if it meant offering his own heart, it was worth it!

Reynolds was startled by this sudden thought.

"You..."

"Lie down, like a little puppy."

Bai Fu's voice sounded.

As soon as the words had uttered, Reynolds was already on the ground, his face showing a pleading expression.

Bai Fu nodded in satisfaction. Amazing, right? Spiritual Energy.

"That was just an appetizer. If you're still not willing to come clean, I'll make you start a live stream soon, calling out for the Secret Tower Master while doing a striptease in front of all the Edge World, followed by caressing your body or performing handicrafts. I believe such a live stream would certainly attract a huge audience."