Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
**Chapter 712: Female Players in Action**
The Son of Truth’s demonic dance lasted for about an hour.
He seemed to be releasing himself for the first time in a long time, hopping around non-stop in front of the Players.
Since the Players were not corrupted, they could not empathize with his dance.
At first, they found the Son of Truth’s dance bizarre and strange.
His alluring waist, his beautiful buttocks.
His shaking body and the countless eyeballs all over him that rotated with his movements would have made even Colonel Sanders concede defeat.
The immediate crisis had been resolved by the Seed of Purification, and the female Players, free from pressure, even had the mood to comment on it in the Team Channel.
For example, one of the Son of Truth’s dance moves was eerily similar to a certain popular idol wearing overalls, and another was that the Son of Truth had a decent physique. Although he was skinny, he actually had eight-pack abs!
Moreover, he had been dancing for so long, clearly possessing excellent stamina. If the lights were turned off, it wouldn’t be entirely unacceptable.
However, as time went by, coupled with the Son of Truth’s lack of new tricks, repeating the same few moves over and over without any music, the Players’ initial interest quickly waned, and they naturally grew more and more sleepy.
When the dance ended, the Son of Truth even struck a pose with great contentment.
The moment he turned to face the Players.
At Ms. Round Face’s light cough.
Suddenly, this group of female Players, who had been spectating, joking, and watching dramas, immediately looked up. Their large, expressive eyes blinked and stared intently at the Son of Truth, with utmost seriousness and piety!
The Son of Truth had clearly never experienced anything like this. Anyway, he had done everything he was supposed to, and now he just stood there like a sculpture.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward and quiet.
The mutated conditions of the surrounding girls gradually disappeared with the end of the ritual dance, and they did not turn into a pile of monsters as Ms. Round Face had feared.
It was good that they didn’t turn into monsters.
In Ms. Round Face’s opinion, as long as they didn’t become monsters, these girls could still be saved.
After a long silence.
The Black Robe Woman, who had been stunned by the Son of Truth’s dance, finally stood up shakily from the ground.
“Th, this is the dance of Truth?!”
Her voice trembled, and like a devout Christian seeing Jesus, she cried tearfully and incoherently, shouting loudly, “Beautiful! It’s so beautiful! The dance of Truth! Just looking at your dance, I feel my soul ascending, quack… creak…”
The Black Robe Woman’s soul indeed ascended.
Her corruption became more severe. Before she could finish her sentence, a new head had already grown on her neck.
That head was as ugly as a newborn infant’s, wrinkled and shriveled, with facial features clustered together like the folds of a steamed bun.
It emitted a voice identical to the Black Robe Woman’s but sharper and hoarser.
The two voices mixed together, creating an ultimate torment for the ears.
Unlike the surrounding girls with mild corruption.
The head that grew on the woman’s neck never retracted. It quickly transformed into the appearance of a red, skinned frog’s head, similar to the Son of Truth’s head, but with fewer eyeballs.
As this head fully formed.
Her emotions gradually calmed down.
She regained her previous dignified and elegant appearance.
“Here, I want to congratulate you all. You are now getting closer and closer to the Lord of Truth!”
The Black Robe Woman announced loudly, her pitch-black eyes filled with excitement and fervor. Her crazed gaze swept over every girl present.
“For the next period of time, you will live here, waiting for the altar to be repaired. Each day, you will have one precious opportunity to observe the Son of Truth’s dance.”
After speaking, she did not forget to paint a rosy picture for the girls present.
“The one who performs best during the ritual may have the chance to become the next Saintess to conceive the Son of Truth! What an honor this is! I believe you all know better than I do!”
“Lord of Truth eternal!”
“Long live the Lord of Truth!”
The girls erupted in excited shouts, startling the Players. To avoid revealing their true nature, they also shouted along with the girls.
Ms. Round Face, feeling the fanatical atmosphere around her, secretly clicked her tongue, having a fleeting illusion of being back in modern society, attending a concert by a top-tier singer.
To bear children for the Lord of Truth?
And that was an honor?
She couldn’t help but gag.
She’d leave such matters to the Old Ones’ Retainers!
She was determined to save these girls!
Evening. At the dinner table, the Players resorted to their old tricks, feigning eating in various creative ways.
This time, the Black Robe Woman had replaced the wine with fruit juice.
Without the influence of the Son of Truth, these girls seemed to have returned to normal. They couldn’t accept red wine, but they loved fruit juice, drinking it with great joy and without any psychological burden.
The female Players found this scene to be hair-raising.
And now that everyone was drinking fruit juice, it was difficult for them to refuse. They could only steel themselves, take a sip, and then secretly transfer it to their backpacks.
However, to be honest, despite the additives, perhaps because the raw ingredients were of excellent quality, the taste was surprisingly good. Several female Players almost swallowed the drink in their mouths.
After finally getting through this meal, they could finally have a moment of peace.
“I have arranged rooms for you, but due to the large number of people, you will have to share a room with ten people each. However, you don’t have to worry about crowding. This is the former Lapland Castle, and each room was built to the standard of a Duke’s bedroom.”
The girls who had been eroded by the Old Ones obeyed this fervent believer, the Black Robe Woman, without any complaints. The female Players were even more so; the Black Robe Woman’s arrangement was exactly what they needed!
Black Robe Woman: “Alright, that’s all for today. You can go back to your rooms to rest!”
After a while. A group of girls followed the guards to their respective rooms.
Through the Players’ deliberate manipulation, at least one Player was assigned to each room.
In Room 17.
Ms. Round Face faced nine native girls, a hint of killing intent rising in her eyes.
Whether the mission could be completed depended on tonight!
She greeted them with a charming smile:
“Sisters~ these are big strawberries from my hometown, big and sweet, super delicious. Give me some face and try them, okay?”
In the room next door.
Miss Bai Yuekui suffered another setback.
Out of nine girls, only seven ate the strawberries, four of whom she had forced. The last two stubbornly refused to eat and threatened to report to the guards outside that there was a madwoman here.
“Who’s the madwoman here! Watma is trying to save you all…”
Lying on the bed, Bai Yuekui was unhappy, thinking about it from all angles.
The girl who had told her to get lost during the day was sleeping next to her.
This girl had a habit of sleeping nude, and she slept on her stomach.
Looking at the girl’s soft sleeping face, Bai Yuekui’s heart hardened, a wicked smile curling at the corner of her mouth. Then, she took out a strawberry from her backpack.
“Keke… the tables have turned… perish! Keke…”
