There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 756 - 646 "The Sword of Damocles

Chapter 756: Chapter 646 “The Sword of Damocles

After going round and round, Zuo Fang was eventually released from the small dark room by Xu Shuo.

Of course, the much-coveted position of team leader naturally fell to Xu Shuo.

Although Zuo Fang had some complaints about this, he had just been released from confinement and rightfully became a teammate for the assessment, so he temporarily let go of these trivial matters.

There weren’t many guild mentors who were players in the “Miracle” Guild, and among them, except for Hong Rao who always had failing students, and Sikong Weiyan, who always took in new students, other mentors’ current students had all already advanced to level three players.

The mentor profession also had levels, and only after successfully mentoring a student who graduated could a junior mentor take on more students and gradually increase their student capacity.

Someone like Hong Rao, who had never had a graduating student since joining, had always had just one student slot from start to finish.

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Otherwise, she would have cast her net wide long ago.

Before sending Xu Shuo off for his level three examination, Hong Rao looked at him eagerly, “You mustn’t be too reckless… too eager for quick success and instant benefit. There are many players from the faction itself, and the two armies in a confrontation will not hold back. There is still much danger in this script.”

Xu Shuo, “Uh-huh.”

After brushing her off with a couple of non-committal responses, he closed his eyes and entered the script.

In the pitch-black darkness, the characters “Sword of Damocles” fluttered before his eyes, followed by the cold preface of the system.

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[You have entered the theater.]

[The play “Sword of Damocles” will soon begin its performance, please prepare yourselves.]

[Constraint, damnation, power, and profit.]

[Great people bask in authority and esteem, fools gaze at the sky walking toward the precipice, the hanging hilt ready to strike at any moment.]

[Divine grace is as the sea, divine might as a prison, this is a contest between godly might and royal power.]

[It all starts with a curse.]

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The heavens and earth change color, and the wind roars furiously.

Under the oppressive dark clouds, a merchant ship tosses and turns amidst the stormy waves.

Chains and ropes are scattered across the deck, the ship’s hull creaks sorrowfully, as if it might break apart in the waves at any moment.

The waves on both sides churn violently, lifting huge waves tens of meters high in the distance, making the merchant ship seem like it’s traveling through towering mountains, fraught with danger at every moment as if on thin ice.

On the deck, the drenched captain stands at the bow, shouting commands in the storm to the sailors to adjust the ship’s status.

Everyone is busy, although panicked, their will to survive is greater than the terrifying waves.

After an indeterminable amount of time, the wind and rain temporarily ceased, and a small, dark red island appeared through the mist ahead.

A veiled young woman emerged from the cabin, unlike the others who were completely drenched and bedraggled, she looked serene, frowning as she gazed at the distance at the small island.

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Saint Vlaro Empire, City of Light.

The Great Cathedral of Light, standing grandly at the city’s center, glitters brilliantly against the sun’s rays, and the cross-shaped halo at the top of the Tall Tower is even more dazzling.

Within the cathedral city.

The moment Xu Shuo opened his eyes from the bed, his expression was slightly dazed.

He then got up and looked around, the bewilderment in his heart deepening, but he hid it well.

Xu Shuo first checked his character information.

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Character: Pope of Light.

Main mission: Overthrow the royal authority of the Saint Vlaro Empire.

—Pope? Papal?

Xu Shuo’s gaze shifted slightly, to be honest, he probably preferred the royalty camp over the clergy.

But since he had already been born into the wrong camp, he wouldn’t harbor any aversion because of his preferences and would just muddle through this assessment.

Xu Shuo rose from the incredibly soft bed, and only when his feet touched the ground did he realize that his hair had grown all the way to his ankles, although it didn’t feel particularly heavy.

He looked around the rather spacious room, but everything that met his eyes was grey.

Layers of grey and white filled his field of vision, whether it was the bed, walls, columns, utensils, or even the clothes he wore on his body, his skin, and his hair, everything was piled up in shades of grey and white.

In his eyes, the world seemed to have lost its color.

This was also the reason why Xu Shuo opened his eyes with confusion.

He wasn’t sure whether the world itself was like this, or if there was something wrong with his own eyes.

Xu Shuo raised his hand to touch the surface of the table, then walked over to the end of the wall.

There stood a huge mirror, its surface covered by a dark gray curtain, emitting a piercing white. The clearly different layers of color caught Xu Shuo’s attention.

He lifted the curtain, and saw his own appearance at that moment.

His cold white hair flowed down like a waterfall, and he was dressed in a white robe that resembled a Clerical Robe, with several tassels of a slightly darker gray scattered about. His whole being exuded an aura of sacredness and nobility.

Despite the monochromatic colors, the layering of the grays still conveyed an indescribable significance.

But the area around his eyes on his face was covered by a helmet in the shape of the Sun Crown, concealing his eyebrows and eyes, thus obscuring the full view of his features.

Xu Shuo removed the helmet and saw that his eyes were also a shallow cold white.

He blinked, not feeling any discomfort, although the pallor of his pupils seemed somewhat lifeless.

Of course, the magical part was that even while wearing the helmet that covered his eyes, he could still see the outside scenery; it did not affect his vision.

But after taking off the helmet, his field of vision remained unchanged.

Xu Shuo was even more puzzled about whether there was something wrong with his eyes, the Sun Crown on his head, or perhaps this world itself was problematic.

Just then, a Little Flying Message appeared in the upper right corner.

Hong Rao: [What is your identity?]

Xu Shuo glanced at the message but didn’t rush to reply.

After putting the Sun Crown back on, he turned and walked over to the table beside the bed, shaking the bell that rested on its surface.

Not long after, the thick door to his bedchamber was pushed open by a servant, and an acolyte wearing a Clerical Robe entered cautiously, looking at him.

“Pope of Light, do you have any instructions?” they asked.

“That flower, give it a change of color,” Xu Shuo said indifferently, pointing to the plant on the windowsill basking in the light.

The Church Acolyte hesitated but quickly reacted with respect, asking, “What color would you like?”

Xu Shuo looked at the pale white flower and contemplated briefly, “I want a bright red.”

The Church Acolyte bowed even more respectfully: “As you wish.”

The Church Acolyte who received the command quickly departed, showing no sign of questioning his unexplained order or expressing puzzlement as to why he was so fixated on the color of the flower.

Xu Shuo watched the Church Acolyte leave, deep in thought.

It seemed that he was the only one who could not see any other colors.

After conducting this small experiment, Xu Shuo pulled out the Little Flying Message and replied to Hong Rao.

[I woke up to discover I’ve become a dog.]

Having heard that dogs are colorblind, whether true or not, Xu Shuo truly felt it was tiring to match wits with this Little Flying Message.

Not long after he mocked himself, the reply from Hong Rao flew back.

Hong Rao: [Within your field of vision lies what you seek, in the deepest place you can see. Good luck, Shuo!]

After reading the message, Xu Shuo’s eyes flickered, and he turned his head to survey the room once more.

Before long, he found a spot where the gray was so rich it almost turned to a dark gray amidst the gradation of cold white, gray white, light gray, medium gray, and deep gray.

It was right beneath the bed he had just risen from.

The gray there was different from the others; he had previously thought it was just a pattern, but on closer inspection throughout the room, only this spot was the most profound.

Xu Shuo approached the bed, and after feeling around and examining the surroundings for a while, he finally found a catch where his pillow had been.

With a light flick, a square in the middle of the bed sunk down.

Lying there was a small dark gray box.

Just as Xu Shuo was about to take out the box to examine it, an urgent voice from a Church Acolyte came from outside the palace.

He paused briefly but still took out the box, then after closing the secret compartment and stuffing the box under his pillow, he rang the bell on the table.

There was no sound of a bell, but the flowing lights on the palace’s door restrictions receded.

The Church Acolyte promptly pushed the door open and entered with a tense expression, saying, “Pope of Light, there’s news from outside that Black Dragon Island has appeared again!”

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