I'm a god in the infinite game

Chapter 534 Witch Trials

"Phoebe." The Pope lowered his head, his eyes were dim, "You are our best nun, in this battle with the witch, you must do a good job of being a spiritual symbol, and don't let the people blindly believe in you." Quan Baola, her power to deceive people is extraordinary, you have to win her."

"Afterwards? I promise you to go to the island."

"But I'm still? Is it okay if I'm not an adult?" Phoebe asked with a pure expression and a puzzled tone, "Isn't only grown-up nuns able to go up to the Sky City?"

Looking at Phoebe's pure and beautiful appearance, the Pope smiled meaningfully: "There are exceptions."

"The last? special case queen? I left the island temporarily due to something, and there is just a ? People have the desire to purify filth, you seem to have this potential, so I give you permission to go to the island in advance."

Phoebe blinked, and she smiled: "Then I thank the Pope in advance?"

Unable to hear Phoebe's questioning tone, the Pope nodded quite complacently, and then waved his hand: "Go on down first, I will explain the details to the bishop who is leading you, and now I will discuss other matters with him first."

Phoebe bowed obediently and backed away.

After Phoebe left?, the Pope's face quickly darkened: "Has the situation of the continuous production of male eels improved?"

"No." The bishop shook his head with some fear on his face, "At first, the female eels we stole continued to produce female eels, but then gradually, there were one out of ten thousand? Two male eels, we were happy at first, because then? These male eels can mate with all the female eels, unlike before? Only one male eel can mate, so? The output rate will be Speed ​​up, we asked all the women to hand over the eels they couldn't digest, that is, the male eels, to the Holy See, saying that we would deal with it, but in fact we put these male eels into the waters everywhere."

"Soon, we ushered in the period of the eel explosion. At this time, the production speed of eels has been out of control. There are eels everywhere. Some people will drill eels when they turn on the faucet. The Holy See originally wanted to stop this eel project. However, under such circumstances, the people at that time became more and more dependent and trusting on the Holy See, which proposed the eel solution. Not only were they able to confiscate a large amount of eel bones that were digested and handed over by each household every day. , and the popularity and income are rising day by day, so the pope at that time acquiesced in the continuation of the eel project.”

The bishop swallowed his saliva: "But when the first witch appeared later, the pope was also frightened. He really wanted to suspend the plan, but Quan Paula appeared."

"As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of all the people. She appealed to the people not to blindly let women? Swallow eels, but to find other ways, and she was willing to come out and solve everyone's problems first. Soon she formed St. The female patrol team, the Saintess Patrol Team at that time was a spontaneous organization independent of the Holy See, and solved problems quickly. The leader, Quan Baola, had a vigorous and friendly attitude. Quan Paula solved the problem, and the power of the Holy See gradually weakened. After hinting to Quan Paula twice that the saint patrol team who wanted to capture her was rejected? Strength."

"Under such circumstances, witches began to appear in droves, and the Holy See opened the prelude to the witch trial, but Quan Baola did not agree with this kind of trial. She unequivocally opposed this kind of trial and stood on the opposite side of the Holy See. "

"But in the later stage, there are more and more eels and witches, and the people who have been under the protection of the Saintess Patrol finally lost control, and they turned to the Holy See. At this time, you seized the right opportunity , successfully tried Quan Baola, and after Quan Baola was tried and defected, the country was finally completely under the control of the Holy See, and even the Saintess Patrol was incorporated into the Holy See."

"We finally stopped Project Eel, but, but..."

The pope added the last half of the sentence in a gloomy tone: "But the production of male eels is completely out of control."

The bishop nodded tremblingly: "Yes! Now the male eels collected from all over the country that the preparatory witches cannot digest can already fill up the pool under the Sky City Prison, and this amount is still going on continuously. Climbing, we simply don't know how many wild male eels there are..."

"This male eel is, but..." the bishop couldn't help but shuddered, and cried out in a broken voice, "But it needs our intestinal juice to dissolve it, my lord pope!"

"Shut up!" The pope interrupted the bishop's screams viciously, "Don't I know? Do you know?! Otherwise, why would I hide these male eels on the island of the sky to isolate them from these female eels?!"

The bishop trembled when he was yelled at, paused for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Why are there more and more male eels? Aren't all the eels produced all the time before?"

The Pope also fell into an eerie silence.

Right, one? Aren't all the eels that are produced at the beginning are females?How did male eels suddenly start producing in abundance?

Another head.

The night was silent, everyone curled up on the ground and fell into a deep sleep, the full moon hung down in the sky, but half was blocked by a huge island.

Bai Liu sat on the top floor, looking at the island, his eyes narrowed.

"You came up alone, are you going to talk to Jiayi about something?" Tang Er was still awake, he and Bai Liu were used to keeping watch for other people, and the first night of entering the game was usually because they didn't know each other. Sleeping, other people slept, so see? Bai Liu came up, and he followed.

Tang Er sat down next to Bai Liu, leaning his head to look at him: "You still? Are you worried about Jiayi?"

After all, this is the first time to take over the authority of a tactician, and it is such a crucial round.

"No, she is more thoughtful and prudent than me." Bai Liu shook his head, he looked up at the island, and said calmly, "I'm thinking about other things."

"What's the matter?" Tang Er asked.

"Jiayi just told me that the witches told her that a large amount of polluted eels are female eels, and male eels cannot be digested by witches, but male eels are rare?" Bai Liu pondered, "Any creature All animals have a tendency to overpopulate, and it's rare to see so many females outnumbering males in a species that has overpopulated, generally there are more males than females."

"If a creature takes reproduction as its task, it will indeed produce a large number of females in the early days, but when the number of females reaches a certain amount, it will be reversed. This species will start to produce males in large quantities again. Only in this way can we achieve the purpose of overbreeding."

Tang Erda was a little puzzled, he hesitated and asked back: "You mean... actually? There are a lot of male eels that witches can't digest, right?"

"Well, I personally guessed this way." Bai Liu paused, "Any kind of monster has its corresponding weakness and elimination method. This is the setting of this game. I am actually thinking that if the witch's digestion Liquid cannot destroy male eels, so according to the symmetrical setting of this game, the one that can digest male eels should be..."

Tang Erda said slowly: "Male? Digestive juice."

Bai Liu smiled: "bingo, that's what I thought, and I thought it was a little worse, I think it might be intestinal juice."

Tang Er shivered. He looked at Bai Liu's wicked smile and helped his forehead: "I finally understand why you brought me up to say this to me, Mu Si? Sincerely want to hear your guess." Can this setting work? I was so scared that I covered my butt and jumped up."

"Why do you guess it's intestinal juice?"

"Because if men can digest the eel's liquid? It's also saliva, so it's impossible? In this case, it hasn't been discovered yet." Bai Liu held his chin and spoke lazily, "Now the eel has been overdose to the point where we need to smuggle women abroad. Come here. It was resolved, but ordinary civilian families could not afford the price of preparatory witch services, and because of the large-scale witch trials, many families have lost a single woman."

"In this extreme and desperate situation, there will also be men? To imitate the witch's behavior and swallow eels, trying to digest each other."

"In the group of people we rescued downstairs, there were at least two men who did this. They had strange scratches on the corners of their mouths, and they were fresh."

"If it is true that the male's digestive juice can digest eels, then at least the upper digestive tract, a place that is easy for ordinary people to experiment, is unlikely. Otherwise, the situation for witches would not be so one-sided, then I think it is relatively more difficult to experiment, or the lower digestive tract that few people think of is more likely?"

"That's the gut."

"Jiayi's guess is the same as mine, but at present she has no suitable candidates for the experiment, so she has no way to draw the most accurate conclusion. In order to avoid temptation, she has not informed her of the conclusion she deduced for the time being. Give it to the witch." Bai Liu gave Tang Er a look, "So besides saving the witch who was tried tomorrow, we have another task."

Bai Liu said with a smile: "—that is to arrest a priest from the Holy See jury and give Jiayi an experiment."

Tang Erda, who was sweating wildly, heaved a sigh of relief: "This is no problem!"

Scared him to death!When Bai Liu glanced at him just now, he thought that Bai Liu would say that since there is a shortage of people, why don't you go over and do experiments for Jiayi, it's not like this person can't do this kind of thing!

At the other end, the Pope's Palace.

The smile on Phoebe's face that came out of the main hall disappeared instantly and turned into a bored expression. She walked quickly through the garden, and before arriving at the nuns' hall, she looked at the direct access building on her right. The sky ladder on the island stopped for a moment.

This ladder is shrouded in a layer of silver-blue light. When she came, she tried to go up twice, but she lost [-] points of blood and got nothing. It's like the pope said No one can get in without a key.

But the [scepter], which is the key, is held in the Pope's hand for a moment.

The Pope can lock Hearts in prison. There must be some special monster setting or buff on him. Before she finds out, she'd better not act rashly.

But that doesn't mean she can't move.

"Qi Yifang, the bishop will give me a task later, let me take charge of some witch trial cases, you remember, wherever he asked me to go, you and Liu Ji will apply for that trial court." Phoebe's tone Coldly align a? Fang ordered.

Qi Yifang asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do?"

Phoebe looked up at him. There was no emotion in her green eyes, but she had a pure smile on her face. She clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly, "What else? What can I do? Of course Send the Inquisitors to hell."

"—Isn't this the essential work of a nun?"

The Pope can't move, so let's start with the priests at the bottom and see which level of the Holy See the monsters she can kill with her hands are on.

Qi Yifang was terrified by Phoebe's laughter, but as a player with league quality, when he knew that Phoebe had got the tactician authority, he knew that what he could say to Phoebe was only There is only one word left, that is: "OK."

"Tomorrow will be a tough battle. Let's have a good rest tonight." Phoebe smiled and waved to Qi Yifang, "Remember to pray before going to bed, so? The Lord will bless you to sleep well."

Qi Yi? Fang: "...Okay, good QAQ."

Huh, Queen? Missyou!

Phoebe returned to the nuns hall. She was standing beside her white lace bed, and the silvery white moonlight was shining on the bed. She slowly raised her head and looked at the impossibly bright moon outside, and the moonlight was falling on her long golden curly hair. She looked indifferent and holy, her emerald green eyes were like emeralds on a laurel wreath, with a misty halo, she closed her eyes, and folded her hands together in front of her chest to pray.

She stood up and prayed to? She never knelt down to anyone, even when she was praying. No one in this world could make her kneel down, not even God.

"May the Lord bless..." Phoebe said here, suddenly froze, and then? She shrugged indifferently, "Of course you don't have to bless them, I will send them to hell with my own hands."

After she finished speaking, she lay down on the bed, with her head lying in the center of the pillow evenly, and there was not a single wrinkle on the quilt she covered. She folded her hands in front of her chest. This is a very regular way of sleeping. — This is the way her devout Christian mother taught her to sleep, just like praying?

It's all things that she didn't understand and found troublesome, but she's used to it.

As long as she can remember, she has been noticed by her father.

Her father looked at her in disbelief, and rarely among a bunch of boys, he hugged her to his lap, took off the gun she was holding tightly in his hand, and asked her, "Why are you holding the gun against me?" Your brother? Are you still loaded? Who taught you?"

How did she answer it?It's like, "Kill him and I'll get the bear in his hand. It's mine. I've warned him three times and he still hasn't given it back to me."

"Nobody taught me, but I've seen you use it."

Her father asked the so-called her brother's creature to return the bear to her, but the other party would only cry and scream, and would not return it if it was bitten to death. It also used the bear to wipe her tears, so she grabbed it without hesitation. She raised the gun and shot the bear in the little boy's hand. The huge recoil of the gun dislocated her arm. Everyone stood up, including her father.

"What are you doing Phoebe?!" Her father looked at her in wonder.

The stupid boy who snatched her little bear grabbed the wreckage of the little bear puppet that was smashed by the gun, and sat on the ground in fright, peeing all over the place. She looked at her father, but laughed strangely: " The bear got dirty by him, I don't want it anymore, but he can't? Want it."

Her father looked into her eyes like he saw a monster or a genius, and he asked her in wonder, "How do you feel now, Phoebe?"

Phoebe smiled with crooked eyebrows, "I feel very happy."

—a pure mastery of power, the pleasure of threatening an opponent.

Since then, no one in Hinchmani's family dared to snatch what belonged to her. In order to compete for her a rightful heir, her father sacrificed her biological mother and a family history. An unknown woman? Married into Hinchmani's house.

The first time the woman saw her, she froze in place.

She stood next to her father, dressed exactly like a little boy, wearing little boy's riding boots, a little jacket, her blond hair cut just a few centimeters short, tucked into a hat? The biological one I met? The mother just saluted politely: "Welcome to the Hinchmani family, mother."

—she looks exactly like her father.

That night, her mother knelt on her bedside and prayed all night. She shed tears and said, "I'm sorry, I came too late. They turned you into this?"

"You look like your cold-blooded and cruel father..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this? Tell you." She put her hand on her heart and prayed for her devoutly, "The Lord will protect us."

"Mom." Phoebe, who was lying on the bed, said coldly, "The Hinchmani family doesn't believe in gods, we only believe in ourselves. I respect your beliefs, but if you want to pray, you can go back to your room. If it is not enough, I will ask the servant to build a special prayer room for you, if possible, please go back and rest, I will have a firearms class tomorrow morning."

Her mother knelt beside her bed in silence for a long time, and left in a daze.

After taking her mother back, her life experienced brief upheavals. Her mother was really a very strange woman. She always had some unrealistic expectations and wishes, and there was always a... Some incomprehensible tears and prayers, there is always some delusional longing for freedom, talking to herself all day long, saying that she hopes the Lord will destroy the dark family, so that she and her children can regain their freedom.

There are many people around her who say in her ears that her mother is actually a lunatic?

But not Phoebe? Think, she thinks her mother is supposed to be a normal person, but normal people don't survive in the Hinchmany family.

Just a poor and helpless normal person.

When her mother shed tears again and begged Phoebe to pray with her, Phoebe looked down at her mother, very rarely agreed to this waste of her time practicing martial arts and guns .

"Only five minutes." She said calmly, "I can pray with you for five minutes on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday."

Her mother wept with joy and said, Enough is enough, child?.

She was put into the service of a nun, and when her mother said she would kneel and pray, Phoebe coldly refused, and her mother had nothing to do with her, so she had no choice but to kneel beside her and pray.

"Pray that my Phoebe can escape here as a bird and go to a free paradise."

Phoebe followed up indifferently: "Pray that those idiots will be able to do it during training today? Fly a gun and shoot yourself to death, and go to the boundless hell."

Phoebe's mom: "..."

After her mother dumbfoundedly corrected Phoebe's prayers three or four times to no avail, Phoebe finally fell in love with the practice of verbally going to hell before going to bed (?), and her mother, she Such a normal person who always felt weak and incompetent in the Hinchmany's family condoned her damning act of prayer.

Was it not an insult to her pious faith?Why don't you accuse her of doing something wrong, but just cover your face and smile helplessly every time you hear her curse?

Finally, one time, she asked, and her mother looked at her with a smile and stroked her forehead: "People's unrealistic belief in gods is a kind of escape from their own weakness, you say?" That's right, praying is indeed a very weak act. No matter how much I pray, I can't take you away from Hinchmany's house. Under this premise, I can't accuse you, because your The point of view is right."

She asked, "Then why? Pray?"

"I'm not praying to? God." Her mother answered her very softly. "I'm praying to? Here, we must also cherish love and hope, whether it is you or me, we must maintain the original appearance of our souls, and wait for the day when we turn into birds and fly away from here."

"Even if that day is the moment of death."

"This is just a reminder."

Dressed in a nun's service, her mother knelt devoutly in front of her, closed her eyes and clasped her hands in the moonlight, whispering softly: "My children? Phoebe and I, someday? freedom of."

She looked at her mother's pious, almost holy face in the moonlight, and saw for the first time that this woman possessed a power she had been ignoring.

——A kind of power that is completely different from holding a gun. It is a sense of belief that guns and external forces cannot be destroyed.

She believed in something, even if it wasn't going to come true, and for the first time Phoebe saw such a strange belief--a weak, pliable, yet indestructible belief that she dared say even her father Holding a gun to her mother's head, she wouldn't stop praying.

Phoebe had always been taught by her father that the weak could be crushed, but now she felt that no one in the Hinchmany family could crush her praying mother.

But she is supposed to be a weak person, but she is clearly a weak person.

Phoebe doesn't like underdogs.

But she extended her daily prayer time with her mother to fifteen minutes.

Gradually, she grew up, and her advantages among the heirs became more and more obvious. At first, her father's subordinates' attitude towards her changed from disapproving to admiring her excellence. A line "Too bad Phoebe's a girl."

Phoebe has almost heard this sentence cocoon? She has been completely indifferent.

It's just that her father always sighs: "Yeah, if only she was a boy like Daniel."

Daniel is another child of her father, three years older than her. He is another heir whom her father favors very much. She has a similar experience—married Daniel’s mother as his wife, and Daniel and her ???, and their father are very similar.

This similarity can be said to be in personality or in appearance. They are both standard blond and blue-eyed. When Phoebe cut her hair short and wore men's clothing, the two stood together like twins. , Exactly the same arrogance, indifference and strength.

Of course they never stand together.

Just like the offspring of lions compete for food before opening their eyes, before they realize that they are "brothers and sisters", they first realize that the other party is their own identity 【competitor】.

"The selection of the heir is about to begin." Her father patted her on the shoulder. "Phoebe's grades have always been the best. Except for her gender, she is the most suitable heir."

"I've been thinking about it all night. If she succeeds in the selection of the heir, then I can basically assume her identity. As for the troublesome matter of gender, I'm going to let her show off in a male attire all the time. "

"I've always dressed in men's clothing?" A subordinate joked, "What a cruel father, Phoebe hasn't developed yet, how will you let her pretend to be a man in the future?"

"What's the matter?" her father said lightly, "the corset is fine, she won't grow any more."

"Phoebe is as cruel as a man, as strong as a man. The only shortcoming is that she is not really a man, but fortunately, she is not weak at all, and she won't be able to bear the pain of corset."

So that night, Phoebe received a corset. Her mother was beside her, and when she held up the corset, her expression was completely dazed: "What is your father going to do?!"

"You're only ten years old with such a tight corset! This will deform your chest!"

"It's not like I started wearing it today." Phoebe lay on the bed indifferently, and she yawned, "I'll wear it when I start growing."

"No!" Her mother became serious in a rare way, "You can't? Wear this! You are a child? You have to develop as you want. No one can disrupt your normal growth process!"

"I'm not obsessed with breasts." Phoebe turned her head lazily and looked at her mother lying on the bedside. "It's just an organ. It doesn't matter how big or small it is. If you have to corset your breasts, you can win the position of heir." , then tie it up."

"That's not the problem!" Her mother refuted her sternly. "The problem is that you can do it without corsets? Win! Why do you have to corset!"

"Can you win without a corset?" Phoebe asked suspiciously, "The subordinates said that if the chest is too big, it will shake all the time, which will affect the speed of drawing the gun, isn't it?"

"Damn you stupid dog men!" her mother swears in front of her for the first time ever, and she explains to Phoebe seriously, "Did anyone tell you that a big dick makes a man run faster? "

Phoebe thought about it for a moment. She stroked her chin. "That's not it."

Daniel should grow up, right?He didn't see it when he was running fast? His crotch was stuck.

Her mother asked, "Then why would breasts affect the speed of the gun?"

"Why don't the tools adapt to the organs that humans already have, and the organs to adapt to the tools invented by humans? Humans can invent different underwear for gender? Why can't they invent different guns?"

Phoebe paused, looking at her mother who was suddenly furious, she paused subtly: "Calm down."

"But my father won't be satisfied if I don't wear this corset." Phoebe spread her hands flatly, "He's not dead, at least I can't disobey him, of course, let alone you .”

Her mother languished quickly, looking tearfully at Phoebe.

After a while, her eyes lit up: "I can change this corset for you so that you can wear it without squeezing it."

"Do you want to try it on?" Her mother handed it to her nervously after finishing the modification, "Still? Leh?"

Phoebe took the corset, which didn't seem to have changed much, paused, and then put it on: "It's not tight."

She used to be able to hold her breath when she put it on, but now she has a gap to breathe.

Watching her mother stay up all night beside her mending corsets, Phoebe felt... amazing.

In fact, she doesn't really care about this matter. In her opinion, such a thing as lack of breast development is really insignificant, and her seemingly gentle and weak mother will get so angry about this insignificant matter, and then? Modifying her clothes just to give her a space to breathe.

With her power as a weak person, she can only give her such a little space in Hinchmani's house.

Her mother took a deep breath: "That's good."

Phoebe looked at her, wanting to tell her that it was pointless for weaklings to struggle with the gap at Hinchmany's house, but seeing her mother begin to kneel and pray again, she put This sentence swallowed back.

Her mother knelt at the head of her bed and prayed devoutly: "I hope that my children and I can grow up and die freely."

After her mother finished her prayers and left, Phoebe looked at the moon through the skylight and thought, What is freedom?

Phoebe reached out and touched the looser bra under the pillow to allow her to continue to develop normally. She stroked the fine stitches on it and thought—is this freedom?

What a fragile freedom.

Soon, the heir experience will come. After all the children? got the content of tomorrow's experience?, they squatted in place and cried loudly. The only ones? who could? maintain their manners and bid farewell to their father? Only she and Daniel left.

But she saw Daniel's hand that opened the door twist twice, his hand shaking violently, and his apple-green eyes were hollow and clouded—the servant who wanted to jack the apple was left to him by his mother, the last person he had ever seen. One of the faithful servants and playmates?

In the end? It was she who reached out and helped Daniel unscrew the door.

When she was leaving, she could still hear her father's complaints behind her: "This group of children are too delicate, and their intimacy should be broken earlier."

"They will be betrayed at any time in the future. If they don't even have the courage to raise a gun to someone close to them, how can they inherit the Hinchmani family?"

The subordinate next to him praised: "Yes, when you found out that your wife was betraying you, you killed her without any hesitation. It can be said that you were very resolute."

"My heir should also have such a demeanor." Her father replied lazily, with regret in his words, "Daniel looks cold-hearted, but he is actually very affectionate. This is not as good as Phoebe. Back then I After killing his mother, he and I broke up for a while."

"I hope he won't let me down again this time. Like Phoebe, he will show the courage to draw a gun at his mother tomorrow."

Daniel, who was walking in front, paused for a while, and Phoebe clearly saw his fists clenched, and then left.

Phoebe turned her head and returned to her room indifferently. She opened the door twice this time, not because her hands were shaking, but because her palms were sweaty—why Phoebe couldn't figure out why there was sweat, she knew? Dao said that he is not a person whose hands sweat easily, otherwise he would not be able to hold the gun.

But why?

"You're back." Her mother opened the door, and asked cautiously and worriedly, "You look so ugly, what is the content of the heir trial?"

Phoebe looked her in the eye, that sweaty palm feeling came back, and she took a deep breath and told her all about it.

But to Phoebe's surprise, her mother was very calm about it. She said, "You have the freedom and ability to fight for an heir. If you want to shoot me, shoot me."

"No matter what it is, you are the most outstanding child I have ever seen? I believe you will not miss it."

Phoebe sat on the edge of the bed, and her hands began to tremble at this moment: "What if I miss it?"

"Then I might die." Her mother's voice was as calm as a lake with no wind under the moon. When she said this, she still smiled dignifiedly, "But I died in your hands." better than dying at the hands of the rest of the Hinchmany family?"

"You'll see my soul turn into a bird and fly away from here."

"Mom." Phoebe interrupted coldly, "I don't believe in fairy tales."

Her mother sighed regretfully: "Okay."

When she was praying that night, her mother prayed those contents as usual. She did not stand up very rarely, but sat up on the bedside, looking at the moon outside the window, closing her eyes, for the first time Praying truly in my heart:

"God... I hope you will bless me not to miss it tomorrow."

"Of course it doesn't matter if you don't bless me." Phoebe opened her eyes. She looked at her mother's closed eyes and praying face, her eyes were piercing, and she took a deep breath, "I definitely won't Missed."

The next day.

After everyone fired the first shot, the whole venue was in chaos. Phoebe's mother squatted down as if she had been shot, her mind went blank for a moment—she knew clearly ?Dao herself hit the apple, why did she fall down?

Soon, someone came up to report: "A bullet from another child flew over, crossed the barrier we erected, and grazed Madam's arm."

"Would you like to stop for a while?" His father asked her gently, "I'll ask her to change her position and continue to push the apple."

Her face was grim, but her chest was heaving violently in the corset—she was grateful for the gap now, allowing her to breathe normally in this situation, otherwise she would have died of lack of oxygen.

"Temporary..." She was about to put down the gun and opened her mouth when she saw her mother's mouth shape through the scope.

Her mother half-kneeled on the ground, in a praying position, with an apple placed on her head, she looked at her, although there were tears in her eyes, but there was no fear in her expression, and she said—[Shooting Bar. 】

[You will win, can you? Win, you are a genius. 】

【You won't miss it. 】

"No pause," Phoebe said calmly. "Stay Mommy in place and keep changing apples. It'll be over soon."

She pulled the trigger.

——One? Just like her previous results, ten shots, she didn't miss a single shot.

Her father gazed at her in wonderment, like a leader in shape, and sighed, "You're as perfect as a boy, Phoebe."

"That's not a compliment, Father." Phoebe put down the gun with a cold expression. She shook her numb hand and looked around. "I'm much better than those other boys you call."