“Or let me put it this way, Sister Qiaoyun…” Han Yimo swallowed and continued, “No matter what happens on Old Zhao’s side, I’m definitely on your side.”

“What is this?” Wen Qiaoyun was thoroughly amused by Han Yimo. “Is this… pledging loyalty?”

“Of course… Sister Qiaoyun…” Han Yimo said with a sincere expression. “You might not know, but my situation right now is really awkward…!”

After hearing this, Wen Qiaoyun only found it interesting: “How is it ‘awkward’?”

“It’s just… Sister Qiaoyun, you look very cultured. You must have read many novels, right?” Han Yimo asked.

“I…” Wen Qiaoyun was clearly stumped by this logic. “First of all… I don’t have much formal education. Also, I don’t think being cultured has any correlation with reading novels. In this world, there are professors who love reading novels, and scientists who don’t love reading novels.”

“Ah, anyway, you know what I mean!” Han Yimo said. “I’ve now encountered a not-so-great enlightenment teacher… I mean Qi Xia. Qi Xia was originally my ‘savior,’ but I’ve increasingly discovered that he actually hasn’t devoted all his attention to me. Instead, he has his own ideals and ambitions… His ambition is too great. He’s that typical villain character archetype, you understand…?”

Wen Qiaoyun remained silent.

“If this kind of villain character is given the opportunity to grow, he could very likely become a demon plaguing the world. And as the protagonist, I must find a way to stop all of this.” Han Yimo said almost with animated gestures. “But my abilities are currently limited. The only thing I can do is act as a mole in Qi Xia’s team, trying to dismantle him from the inside… What I mean is, as long as you’ve read many novels, you’ll definitely know there’s some logic to what I’m doing… Do you understand?”

Wen Qiaoyun continued her silence.

“Sister Qiaoyun, you have limited experience. I don’t blame you,” Han Yimo continued. “You just need to know that the current situation is extremely critical. If I can’t take your ‘character’ away from here, I’ll lose Qi Xia’s trust after I leave. Then it will be extremely difficult to dismantle their team from the inside! If you lose to me now, it’s not just for me, but for everyone, and for yourself! If you give me the ‘character’ you’re carrying now, all the common people of the entire ‘Land of the End’ will be grateful to you!”

During Han Yimo’s impassioned speech, several droplets of saliva nearly flew onto Wen Qiaoyun’s face.

After listening to Han Yimo finish, Wen Qiaoyun looked away, used her fingernail to lightly scratch her head twice, and a barely audible throat-clearing sound came from her throat.

Absurd.

Was today a bit too absurd?

Could you no longer meet normal people in this place called the “Land of the End”?

Or perhaps only people like them could possibly survive until now…?

After a long moment, she slowly spoke: “Han Yimo, there’s something I don’t quite understand.”

“Go ahead.”

“I heard them say…” Wen Qiaoyun said in a deep voice, “that everyone here has been in a cycle of reincarnation, so I’ve just lost my memory, not that I just appeared.”

“Right, right, that seems to be the case. This is a reincarnation setting,” Han Yimo replied.

“So many people know me, and many people remember me,” Wen Qiaoyun said.

“Right, seems so. You’re a prominent figure,” Han Yimo thought for a moment and added, “Similar to an ancient mighty being.”

“Then my question arises from this,” Wen Qiaoyun said. “Your ‘Commander-in-Chief’ Qi Xia should know what kind of person I am, right?”

“Right, seems so. He knows you.”

“Qi Xia understands me and understands you. As a result, I lost to you here,” Wen Qiaoyun said. “Are you sure that when you go out with my ‘character,’ he won’t become even more suspicious?”

“Huh…?”

Han Yimo seemed to understand the meaning in Wen Qiaoyun’s words, just didn’t expect her to be so direct.

Wen Qiaoyun reached out and slowly picked up the coin the boar had left on the table. The coin had “Jia” written on the front and “Yi” on the back. It looked like it was made of pure copper, with one side smooth and the other rough.

“Han Yimo, speaking of just this ‘coin guessing’ game… if it continued for fifty rounds, how many do you think you could win?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Qiaoyun flicked the coin high into the air, then quickly caught it on the table.

“I guess it’s ‘heads.’ What about you?” Wen Qiaoyun asked.

“I… I…”

Before Han Yimo could speak, Wen Qiaoyun lifted her palm. Sure enough, it was “heads.”

Under Han Yimo’s shocked gaze, Wen Qiaoyun once again casually flicked the coin up and continued to catch it on the table.

“Han Yimo, this time it’s ‘tails.'”

“You…”

Wen Qiaoyun lifted her palm. It was indeed “tails.”

Han Yimo was completely bewildered by Wen Qiaoyun’s series of actions. It was clearly “guessing coins,” but Wen Qiaoyun seemed to be “reading coins.”

She flicked the coin up for the third time, then caught it in her hand and held it in front of Han Yimo’s eyes.

“This time you guess,” Wen Qiaoyun said.

Han Yimo stared at her fist for a long time and squeezed out two words: “Tails.”

Wen Qiaoyun turned her fist over and placed the coin on the table, saying softly: “You guessed wrong.”

She lifted her palm for the third time. The coin was heads.

Han Yimo discovered that she didn’t even need to see the coin to already know whether it was heads or tails. At this rate, his chance of winning was less than one percent.

“Sister Qiaoyun, how did you do that…?” Han Yimo asked.

“That’s a good question,” Wen Qiaoyun said. “Great Writer, to me, this question sounds the same as ‘can you deliberately lose to me.’ Do you think I’ll tell you before the game ends?”

This time it was Han Yimo’s turn to be silent.

He felt so wronged, like a supporting character.

Seeing Han Yimo not speaking, Wen Qiaoyun continued: “I have a suggestion that’s more reasonable than yours. Do you want to hear it?”

“What…?” Han Yimo asked.

“You directly admit defeat and give me the ‘character.'”

“Ah?!” Han Yimo felt this was extremely absurd after hearing it. “What kind of suggestion is that…? I just said that if I don’t go out with a ‘character,’ I’ll definitely…”

“You won’t,” Wen Qiaoyun said. “Only if you lose to me here will it be a normal result for Qi Xia. Otherwise, when he asks you ‘how did you win,’ how do you plan to deceive him?”

“This…”

“I’ve now completely seen through this game. Continuing further is purely a waste of time. I advise you to honestly leave the ‘character’ behind.”

Han Yimo hesitated with a troubled expression for a while, then said: “But if I don’t have a ‘character’… how can I continue the next game?”

“Didn’t you say Qi Xia trusts you?” Wen Qiaoyun smiled. “Then he’ll definitely give you another ‘character.’ This way, when you take the new ‘character’ and hand it over to me, your team will lose two ‘characters.’ By then, I’ll completely believe you’re on our side. Deal?”