Casting the Dice

Lynch felt cold sweat pouring down his back, sensing a crisis comparable to his first night's encounter. This was bad; he had been outmaneuvered.

Indeed, the rank seven high-level Soul Severer Kelvin had guessed correctly—Lynch was standing right there in the conference room.

Initially, everything had gone smoothly. After borrowing a tool person from the Church of the Black Night, Lynch, disguised as a woman, boldly trailed not far behind the impostor.

The effect of the round fan was quite powerful. It wasn't just makeup and disguise; it was a genuine transformation into a different form. His height, physique, and voice had all changed, bearing no resemblance to his original male self, so there was no way for anyone to spot a flaw. In people's eyes, he was truly a beautiful young lady.

Thus, after tracking for a while, this intermittently appearing young lady finally understood what she had stumbled upon. It was a large group of trackers, at least twenty or thirty people, each distributed in the nearby area under different identities, acting in ways consistent with their roles. As soon as a target was spotted, they would immediately follow with normal behavior, and after a short distance, once a companion took over, they would leave before the target became alert, continuing to play their previous roles.

It was through this method that these people had kept Lynch under close surveillance before. Even knowing that someone harbored ill intentions, Lynch had been unable to discover these secretly lurking rats.

Fortunately, having switched to an observer's perspective and not being targeted by this group, Lynch finally became aware of their existence. He then reversed the tracking, heading straight to their hideout.

He had found three big fish. Not only was Old Blind Eye, the deep one he had encountered when disguised as Walker, present, but so was the Ancient Flicker cultist who had appeared outside his window on the day he leveled up.

However, life was full of ups and downs. Within minutes, the situation suddenly took a drastic turn. Kelvin not only surmised his thoughts but immediately took the most fatal countermeasure, instantly reversing everything.

Lynch felt a dizzying sensation, realizing that the Spatial Teleportation ability was taking effect. His lurking ability would likely be broken by the teleportation, and he would be trapped in a desperate situation, facing dozens of deep ones, a rank seven high-level Soul Severer, and a rank four Walker.

There was no chance of escape.

Before Lynch could come up with a countermeasure, the light of teleportation flashed. The next moment, a flash of light appeared in an empty shipyard at White Bird Port, and three figures materialized out of thin air.

“Prepare to attack.”

As soon as the figures appeared, Old Blind Eye’s hoarse, rough voice immediately echoed through the shipyard. As if on cue, a dense mass of foul-smelling figures emerged from every corner of the shipyard, completely surrounding the area. They were a large group of burly men, their coarse clothes covered in white salt crystals, holding sharp weapons like swords and daggers, and each with a revolver at their waist. Some of them had fish-like faces with gills opening and closing, looking extremely bizarre.

“None? Wait.”

The three teleported individuals were encircled. Old Blind Eye raised a hand, stopping his fierce crew. He took a sharp blade from one of the deep ones and scanned the surroundings with his single eye.

“Four people were teleported, I’m certain,” Kelvin immediately concluded.

“Then it’s him, hahaha!” Old Blind Eye ripped off his disguise, revealing a ferocious face. Waving his blade, he roared, “Brothers, search for him! Tear him into a hundred and eighty pieces, not one less, hahaha! Get him!”

Indeed, there were four people. Lynch was also in this abandoned shipyard, but the moment the teleportation completed, he used his lurking ability to retreat a few steps and hide behind a pile of miscellaneous items.

However, the Soul Severers here were all much higher ranked than him, making his lurking ability difficult to maintain. Plus, there was a large group of deep ones. Once they started a systematic search, he would have nowhere to run.

Listening to Old Blind Eye’s roar, Lynch clenched his fists tightly, feeling the dampness in his palms. His heart pounded with tension, and even his breathing became rapid. What should he do?

In a flash of inspiration, Lynch’s mind raced. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes as he realized something, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his lips.

“Roar~~”

The forty pirates let out excited shouts simultaneously, raising their sharp weapons and drawing their pistols, ready to thoroughly scour the empty shipyard. However, before they could charge, they suddenly heard a sound.

“Clap, clap, clap.”

The soft clapping, surprisingly clear amidst the roars of the deep ones, brought the shouts to an abrupt halt. The group of deep ones, including Walker and the other two, all turned to look in the direction of the applause.

A graceful figure emerged from behind a pile of clutter.

Private detective Lynch Levive (girl version) appeared.

She was a young lady in a purple dress, with a graceful figure, bright eyes, and beautiful, dignified features. She held a round fan, which covered her face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes peeking over it, looking at everyone. Her beautiful posture, contrasted against the dozens of burly deep ones around her, made her even more captivating.

Being stared at by dozens of eyes, and then considering his current appearance, many strange combinations of letters and numbers flashed through Lynch’s mind, making cold sweat almost break out. His throat felt dry.

Maintaining an elegant and composed facade, Lynch pondered the speaking style of the Swelling Daughter he had encountered in another world. He chuckled softly, “Congratulations, outsiders, on finding me. And now? Shall I call my sisters to help you relax?”

Even Kelvin was a little stunned by the sudden appearance of this woman. The large group of deep ones looked bewildered. Only Walker’s expression instantly twisted, and he blurted out, “Y-y-you… how did you come to the mortal world?”

Whew, Lynch secretly sighed, knowing he had made the right gamble. He blinked his watery eyes and took a few graceful steps forward, ignoring the dozens of gazes around him. He gently reached out towards Walker’s chest:

“Outsider, you wound me so. The night before last, you were enjoying joy and relaxation in our monastery, yet today, upon our first meeting, you question me so coldly. Have you forgotten our beautiful past?”

[Hehehe.]

Fortunately, Walker’s reaction was even stronger. Before Lynch’s hand could touch him, he recoiled several steps as if he had seen a Great Old One, shouting incoherently, “No, there was no beauty at all, nothing happened, nothing!”

“Alas, men are all the same,” Lynch sighed wistfully, but before he could say more, Kelvin’s wary voice came from the other side.

“A Swelling Daughter from the Swelling Monastery? So there’s a connection between you,” Kelvin said, giving Walker a thoughtful look, as if he understood something. “But why are you here, and where is the private detective?”

Noticing that Walker also looked inquiring, Lynch thought for a moment, then chuckled from behind his round fan: “The Eldest Sister is very interested in this big event you’re planning. She’s willing to help you because she expects a spectacular show. Today, she sent me to check on the progress, as we’ll need to cooperate with what happens inside, and we need to prepare early.”

Mimicking his own experience from the previous night, Lynch stepped forward and linked arms with Walker. Seeing Walker’s expression and his completely stiff body, Lynch knew this man definitely knew the true nature of the Swelling Daughters. For some reason, a sudden surge of pleasure, a desire to drag him down and mutually torment him, rose within Lynch:

“Who knew that before I even revealed myself, you would welcome me so warmly? With so many people, my sisters will surely be delighted. Can I really not call my sisters out to entertain everyone?”

His tone was playful, even casting a flirtatious glance at Kelvin, but Lynch’s heart remained in his throat. His divine authority was not yet charged, and his combat power was insufficient. Whether he could defuse this deadly crisis depended entirely on whether his cross-dressing performance could deceive these people.

The dice had been cast, and Lynch quietly awaited the outcome.