Chlorpromazine's statement undoubtedly caused a small ripple in what was clearly the Psychological Society's internal group chat.

'Fluoxetine' was particularly famous even among these Psychological Society lunatics.

So, her suspected photo with some unfamiliar, pretty non-player girl naturally drew everyone's attention.

But precisely because of this...

The ripple didn't last long.

Fluoxetine was capable of doing anything, so... taking a selfie with some girl on the road wasn't particularly surprising.

At most, everyone felt somewhat emotional, realizing that even 'Fluoxetine' had her own life.

Especially after Fluoxetine's own response seemed somewhat vague, as if she wasn't willing to elaborate, no one pursued the matter further.

The incident quickly faded from everyone's view, brushed aside as something quite ordinary.

Except...

For Fluoxetine herself.

Sitting at the pinnacle of Jiangcheng City's cross-river bridge cable tower, wearing her black sailor-style pleated skirt, Fluoxetine pressed her phone screen to black. The edge of the cable tower looked narrow from afar but could actually accommodate two people walking side by side.

She took a bite of the convenience store sandwich, gazing at the flickering lights of the distant city.

From the screenshot Chlorpromazine had just shared, Fluoxetine, as the "person involved," noticed something the other Psychological Society members had missed.

That fake photo that didn't exist in her memory had been taken at the workplace of someone she killed a month ago.

Fluoxetine remembered it vividly—after all, it was a talented, highly potential S-rank.

That was a diligent, gentle, kind, and compassionate veterinarian lady.

Although she appeared to be just a strong girl, Fluoxetine could see through her hypocrisy, cunning, and ruthlessness.

These wonderful qualities had been stigmatized by mediocre, peaceful worldly conventions, forcing that Miss Xia Yue to hide those parts of herself.

But Fluoxetine could see it.

She knew she possessed great intuition... just as a sculptor could discern the eagle and tiger hidden within raw stone.

Fluoxetine could also detect the peculiar souls concealed within ordinary people's bodies—souls so remarkable they could make gods applaud.

For such people to live monotonous lives in this stagnant society was truly a waste!

She deserved to be seen by the gods!

Fluoxetine still remembered how, when she unexpectedly swung her axe down, the other girl maintained a pitiful facade in her final fleeting moments of life, looking at her with moist eyes.

But...

Fluoxetine clearly saw her trying to grab the veterinary surgical blade from the nearby table to kill her!

If the organization had sent a B-rank or A-rank executor...

No, if her own strike hadn't been so lethal.

They probably would have been injured by her, right?

What a brilliantly shining soul—Fluoxetine almost wanted to cry.

She felt she was creating what could be called a masterpiece!

But...

Unfortunately, there had been no news of her since.

This disappointed Fluoxetine to the extreme.

What a pity, did she not want to live, thus failing to enter the game?

Fluoxetine refused to believe that such a cruel, cunning girl wouldn't have passed the first round.

That was absolutely impossible.

Anyway, recalling that regrettable, sorrowful genius girl, Fluoxetine now felt deep regret.

"How awful!"

She neatly folded the sandwich wrapper and placed it in her pleated skirt pocket, pondering another question.

"So, why did she choose to take a selfie there?"

The moment she saw the photo, Fluoxetine instantly understood why those players mistakenly thought they'd spent an entire dungeon with her.

Because the faces were indeed identical.

Among players, there currently weren't any items that could achieve this level of "disguise."

Ordinary non-exclusive items definitely didn't have this effect, and the functions of rare class items and exclusive items were basically common knowledge among high-level players.

Fluoxetine had never heard of an item with this function existing.

So...

This should be some newly emerged item.

It might even be... the ability of a Unique Class.

Therefore, Fluoxetine was curious about what the person possessing this ability wanted by impersonating her.

This ability alone was enough to be called limitless potential, and the other party had chosen to impersonate her... so bold, so aggressive, truly a genius among geniuses.

That's exactly why Fluoxetine chose to attend in her place last time.

And used the Carnival ticket as bait to issue an invitation, hoping to lure her out.

And after a week's time...

The other party seemed to have responded.

With this photo.

That impersonator seemed to be telling her through this method—"I'm willing to accept your invitation."

Only...

Fluoxetine hadn't figured out the time and place yet.

"The caption says 'fulfilling a promise'... is it a puzzle?"

"Probably not, feels like she just wants me to give her the ticket."

Fluoxetine swung her legs, thinking while watching the river surface.

She really wasn't good at puzzles.

"Hmm... should I go check the pet shop entrance?"

"That doesn't seem quite right either, she can't possibly be waiting there 24/7."

Although Fluoxetine hadn't figured out the hidden intentions of the person in the shadows, she quickly made a decision.

She had a solution with distinct Fluoxetine style!

"Hey, I've got it!"

Fluoxetine made her decision. Standing up at the bridge's pinnacle, her clothes and hair ruffled by the evening breeze.

She stood up, gathered her hair and tied it into two buns at the back of her head, then—

Jumped off the bridge!

The next moment, crimson petals scattered through the air.

Fluoxetine pulled out an exaggerated flamethrower-like weapon from under her skirt.

"Yaha—!"

She let out a cheerful cry, then a bright orange-red arc of flame appeared over the river surface, using the recoil to launch her high into the air again.

Flying through the air in this strange manner, Fluoxetine soon landed on the rooftop of a skyscraper on the opposite side of Jiangcheng's wide river.

Then, standing on the wide building's rooftop helipad, Fluoxetine took out a canister of fuel and began pouring it while humming a cheerful tune.

About ten minutes later, having completed her work, Fluoxetine ignited the fuel along its crooked trajectory. Blue flames lit up, forming a burning English sentence.

"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another."