As night deepened, the number of people on the streets gradually decreased, becoming quiet and tranquil. A cold wind blew past the window, and distant lights flickered and went out one by one.

Su Changxing stood by the window all night without moving, observing the outside environment. He found that after coming to this world, the drawbacks of Dreamer were further weakened.

Game Butcher also had its drawbacks.

Su Changxing didn’t notice it at first, but after the battle with Harris, he realized that he had become more indifferent to life. Killing people seemed no different from slaughtering pigs.

Logically speaking, he was very restrained within himself and should not exhibit such symptoms. However, due to the influence of his position, he inevitably became cold.

"Heretic! Quickly chase, don’t let him get away."

A shout came from outside the window.

Su Changxing saw a large group of guards chasing in one direction.

Heretic?

He wanted to confirm whether the so-called heretic was a player. This was an opportunity, so he also climbed out of the window to follow.

The person being chased looked dressed like a beggar, with tattered clothes and a green bottle clutched in his hand.

"Looks somewhat familiar." Only then did Su Changxing realize that it was one of the people fighting earlier.

The beggar ran fast, but was surrounded and cornered by a large number of guards, eventually ending up with nowhere to go.

He smashed the bottle in his hand on the ground, and with a crisp sound, three black silhouettes appeared on the ground, attacking the guards.

"What the hell are these things?"

"Quick, take him down."

Facing these three strange shadows, the surrounding guards were terrified and immediately drew their firearms, shooting at the shadows.

The sound of gunfire echoed, and the three black silhouettes were riddled with bullets and dispersed.

Upon seeing this, the beggar showed a panicked expression, turned over and started climbing up the wall, intending to escape over it.

Just as he was about to reach the top of the wall, a shot hit his arm, yet he still didn’t fall down.

Then, a black spherical object fell in front of him and exploded.

In the blast, he fell from above, not dead yet, but the side of his face and shoulder were blasted into a bloody mess. Then he was hacked to death by the guards rushing up.

"Is this a player? Died too easily." Su Changxing frowned, feeling that if it were a player, they shouldn’t have ended up so miserably.

Seeing the beggar dead, the expressions on the guards’ faces relaxed a bit, clearly showing that they truly believed this beggar was a heretic.

The guards didn’t care about the beggar’s body, as others would naturally take care of it. After checking the surroundings and finding nothing unusual, they left as a group.

Su Changxing, after they left, went up to check the condition of the corpse, and sure enough, saw a black-screened phone lying next to the body.

He was a player!

Su Changxing gained over a million points and three black coins from his phone.

Black coins?

This might be a currency exclusive to high-level players.

"Only three? Too poor, no wonder he was a beggar."

Su Changxing thought this player was quite pitiful to end up as a beggar. It’s unclear if this was his identity in this world or something else.

What concerned him even more was how the guards identified the beggar’s identity.

They seemingly had no perception abilities. In theory, as long as Su Changxing didn’t use his ability openly, he wouldn’t be discovered.

It’s not that simple.

Those who can become players are not truly foolish.

This beggar player probably wasn’t so exposed, revealing himself through other means.

Su Changxing guessed that every player who came here would have an identity of their own.

Just like when he played Klein before, he couldn’t expose himself or do anything inconsistent with his identity, otherwise, others would recognize him as a player, or a heretic.

In Su Changxing’s view, a beggar is an easy role to play, just needing food and playing pitiful, especially compared to being the Empress’s lover.

The opponent should also be a novice player who didn’t understand the rules here and got exposed, then got surrounded and killed by these guards.

Got to be careful.

Su Changxing felt it was best not to expose himself before finding the Ninth Dimension, but Kasmin knew of his heretic identity.

This was a bit troublesome.

Later, he quickly returned to the tavern, only to see Jefferson’s figure at the entrance.

Jefferson glanced around, then walked along the street towards the Imperial Tower.

Going to report?

Su Changxing felt that Kasmin’s so-called reliability usually wasn’t very reliable.

If Jefferson really intended to report, killing him before he could report was the real solution, except Jefferson was at Tier Six, and he couldn’t gauge his combat strength.

Jefferson’s speed wasn’t fast, it was like he was strolling, perhaps he never thought anyone would be following him at this moment.

Halfway through, Jefferson turned back and walked towards the coast and factories, taking an oddly roundabout route.

Then he entered the slum, where over a hundred people were waiting, faces covered, holding blades, clubs, and even firearms.

"It looks like a gang clash, and it’s unclear what Jefferson is actually up to."

Su Changxing kept following along, standing on a low rooftop, observing from afar.

This seemed like a hastily organized operation.

A hundred people surged towards the warehouse by the coast, with guards outside, but not many, only about a dozen coming and going.

"Are you trying to rebel!"

The guards shouted at these workers carrying weapons.

But soon he was afraid, seeing these people wouldn’t listen, he fired a shot with his firearm into the crowd, blowing off a man’s entire shoulder.

With the sound of gunfire, chaos erupted everywhere, a hundred people charged from all directions, though a dozen guards were quite fierce, entangling for over ten minutes, killing more than ten people, yet still falling one by one.

Jefferson led the charge running upstairs, the remaining scattered guards couldn’t stop them.

Just as Su Changxing was pondering what these people were doing, he noticed a large number of ships docked at the coast nearby, including small fishing boats and larger ships.

Were they trying to borrow a ship?

A coup had occurred at the Imperial Tower, the Princess had fled, trying to find a ship to escape was not as simple as Jefferson said.

"Loyalty!"

Su Changxing roughly determined that the former captain of the City Guard wouldn’t betray the Princess anytime soon, he was a person of faith, although his faith was in the Empire, in the Imperial Family.

The Wodan Imperial Family ruling the Empire for centuries had its reasons.

"There are hardly any people nearby at night, things should succeed."

Just as Su Changxing thought nothing unexpected would happen, an unexpected incident occurred.

The sound of gears turning and colliding rang in his ears, not loud but distinctly clear to his perception.

Perception surpasses vision, touch, smell; its extent, if widespread enough, is more useful than "God’s Perspective."

Su Changxing closed his eyes, heightening his viewpoint, seeing the source of the gear noise.

A large robot covered in white armor, gears exposed at the joints, slender legs and feet, diamond-shaped head, one arm equipped with eight long blades, the other comprising four barrels and four blades.

It stood still atop the factory roof.

As Jefferson and his party approached, its eyes started moving, the runes on the white armor lighting up, glowing.

"What is this thing?"

Su Changxing found a person inside the robot-like figure, not living yet active, like the dead flesh of a Wizard.

"Approach and you’ll be slain."

A mechanical voice sounded.

Jefferson and the others noticed the existence of that thing.

"What is that!"

The people below were bewildered, having never seen such a thing, instinctively backing away.

Soon followed terror and screams.

The white figure leapt down from the roof, landing steadily amidst the crowd, creating a heavy impact, slicing through with blades, severing seven or eight bodies.

Watching this spectacle, Su Changxing felt a chill down his spine, this thing gave him an oppressive feeling akin to the Great Wizard, probably capable of running rampant in their world.

Jefferson appeared quite calm, seemingly aware of this thing, running sideways and shouting, "Attack its joints, that’s the weak point, can restrict its movement."

He shot with a firearm at the thing’s armored chest, the bullet ricocheted, leaving only a dent.

Amidst the chaos, the stairwell was a scene of bloodshed.

To them, this thing was akin to white terror.

"Enemy detected, destroy."

Mechanical voices repeatedly echoed, like the sound of doom.

"Enemy detected, destroy."

Bullets fired from the white terror’s arm barrels, four rounds per volley, semi-automatic firearms.

A gang member wielded a machete, chopping at the white terror’s ankle joint, producing a crisp sound.

The machete broke.

He was dumbfounded, wasn’t the joint supposed to be weak?

Next, a wide, thick blade sliced through his head, the skull slid off at an angle.