Chapter 116: Possessing the Butterfly

Willow shouted, "Hey?! Wait... why don't I see Melissa?"

Several people looked left and right, scratching their heads. "Oh yeah, where is she?"

Felix: "Oh, why bother with her? There are plenty of slackers like that in the game."

That's true. That day when everyone compared foot sizes, Melissa's feet didn't fit at all; maybe she had already ruled out the possibility of being the murderer and was hiding to slack off.

After all, this game didn't have a very good way to sanction slackers, and carrying others was a common occurrence.

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"Queen, you really cannot go in, Your Highness gave orders..."

Tian Nuan curled her lips into a sweet smile and grabbed the servant by the collar. "Do you want to die?"

"No... no, no."

The servant waved her hands hurriedly, tears swirling in her eyes, already completely scared silly, and was tossed aside by Tian Nuan casually.

Her idea was very simple: through other people's clues and her own cards, she could basically confirm she wasn't the murderer, so she had to get started on some other things.

In previous games, hadn't she always been the one carrying her teammates? What would happen if she slacked off once?!

Tian Nuan couldn't laugh in the end; her nails sank deeply into her flesh.

Thirty thousand points, her thirty thousand points... all earned by her own nerves, which were tense every moment in the game, and by her step-by-step schemes and reasoning.

Now, because of one Su Mian, who relied on a DM, her winning game had been completely overturned, falling from the high tower she had built to the bottom of the valley.

All the system points were reset to zero.

Why? Why did she live so easily just by clinging to a DM?

Tian Nuan sneered.

Killing her beloved cat was just the first step. This game didn't have that DM anymore. Su Mian, you won't live past this instance; I want you to die in pain.

She kicked open the door and met the gaze of the red-haired man in the room. His gray eyes stared at her, then turned to look out the window.

Tian Nuan looked at that red hair, her expression changing slightly, then her smile grew wider, even somewhat determined.

She really couldn't leave him.

Even for a substitute, she found one that was quite similar.

"I heard you are a mute? Safir."

Tian Nuan knew this person was just an NPC, so she didn't waste words and handed over the slave contract directly.

"I can give you everything you want: power, wealth, freedom, love."

She walked through the easel, her skirt hem bumping into one painting after another. Fuerdi watched her skirt hem, the depths of his eyes gradually darkening, his knuckles twitching for a moment.

Tian Nuan thought his expression was one of suppressed excitement, unable to help curling her lips and handing him a pen.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Tian Nuan turned to the side, letting Fuerdi's gaze fall on those dusty paintings.

A submarine treasure chest filled with gems and pearls, a realistic oil painting of a castle, paintings filled with naked human sculptures, the lingering entanglement of a saintess and a saint.

Her eyes carried a sense of certainty. Watching Fuerdi stand up, the shadow pressing over, she felt a sense of oppression belatedly.

Her bangs were too long, causing her to fail to notice the man's expression at the first moment.

Looking at her, smiling at her, teasingly, playfully.

This wasn't an expression a slave should show. Tian Nuan broke out in a cold sweat behind her back.

Sensing that the person in front of her shouldn't be an ordinary person, but no matter his status, he was just an NPC after all.

Tian Nuan took a deep breath, maintaining the queen's posture, and raised her chin slightly.

"What? Do you want it all, or is there nothing here you like?"

"As long as it's something I can give, I promise you."

The man finally didn't look at her, but examined the painting in the very corner carefully.

Tian Nuan followed his gaze and looked over. On that painting was a white butterfly.

The painter very cleverly used gray and light blue to outline the fragility, tranquility, and lightness of the wings, the transparent body, and the clear glass-colored vascular veins.

Dreamy and mysterious, but the feeling conveyed was short-lived and fragile, as if the wings would shatter if they flapped gently.

Tian Nuan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, not understanding what this man in front of her was thinking. She maintained a just-right smile, suggesting to herself not to be impatient.

"Do you want a butterfly? Or... what else does it mean?"

Fuerdi didn't look at her; he stared deeply at the painting.

He didn't use a pen, but used his slender fingers to dip into the black paint Tian Nuan had prepared for him.

He drew his index finger from top to bottom deeply, then wiped it open with his bare hand from left to right.

At first glance, it looked like a black cross, pinning the butterfly onto it.

Fuerdi's smile became even brighter. He withdrew his fingertips, his eyes hollow yet focused, the fixed point of his pupils on the butterfly.

That butterfly was imprisoned.

But the abrupt black paint made it look like it had merged with the cross, placed in darkness, wrapped by an invisible force.

Its spine, its wings, everything about it was possessed, yet it was instead endowed with a height to overlook, fragility turning into sharpness, gentleness turning into majesty.

Any gaze attempting to approach would be met with backlash.

"Are... are you sick?"

Tian Nuan took two steps back, not knowing if she was scared by the bold action or the slightly morbid facial expression.

The voice was too sharp, causing Fuerdi to finally come back to his senses, his expression receding slightly.

He grabbed Tian Nuan's neck abruptly. Tian Nuan's scream was stuck in her throat, her eyes full of terror.

His arm brought her to the painting with ease. Tian Nuan could only see Fuerdi's face clearly with her peripheral vision.

She saw him open his mouth, revealing two fangs, his whole body trembling, and saw his mouth moving, only able to try hard to identify the lip-reading.

"I want possess."

I want to possess.

"Completely, utterly."

Completely, utterly.

Madman.

Madman!

Tian Nuan struggled, and that hand finally let her go. She held onto the wall with weak legs, gasping for air.

"I don't care what you want, you must help me, otherwise, I will make you die right now!"

She had completely lost her patience, her expression twisted, but she unexpectedly saw the man nod. Tian Nuan's expression stalled.

Her chest was burning with anger, and she forced the anger down.

"Very well, listen to me now."

"You have been treated as a substitute by Elizabeth."

Fuerdi tilted his head, somewhat not understanding. Tian Nuan got angry just seeing this expression of playing dumb.

"It means she has a man she loves but cannot have, who looks very much like you, which is why she chose you. Do you understand?"

Tian Nuan saw his expression finally change, secretly rejoicing.

"Don't worry, when you are free, you will meet thousands of beautiful women; why waste time on such a bitch."

"What you need to do is make her fall in love with you."

Tian Nuan handed the slave contract and that skill card into his hand together.

"When she is completely unable to leave you, abandon her ruthlessly, throw her into the basement to stay with those slaves, and let her fend for herself." ===== CHAPTER 117 =====