Do You Think I Have Nothing Better to Do in Elysian Realm

In reality, he was already starving.

But the image of his younger brother's death and the lingering scent of flesh and blood mixed with the aroma of food made him lose his appetite entirely.

He couldn't even control his focus—it involuntarily fixated on those bloody scenes.

Zhu Yan forced himself to drink a few mouthfuls of milk tea. It wasn't healthy, but it had calories.

As the sweet and mellow taste melted in his mouth, Zhu Yan reclined his seat, pulled a jacket from his backpack, and wrapped himself up.

Once the muscles in his neck and shoulders naturally relaxed, Zhu Yan gently stared at the palm of his left hand for three seconds, entering the Player Center.

Several translucent red color blocks jumped onto his retina, bearing eye-catching bold white text.

At the very top were Personal Information and Settings, followed by the Forum, Thriller Map, and Online Mall.

Zhu Yan's gaze paused there for a moment before entering the Personal Information interface to continue browsing.

Neatly arranged inside were his nickname, level, and abilities.

Surprisingly, an avatar had appeared in the top left corner of the page.

The avatar was of himself, but painted in rough oil strokes, making his face and features look like a melting candle.

"Player Nickname: Zhu Yan (Changeable, same as your forum nickname)"

"Player Level: Lv.1"

Zhu Yan didn't want to use his real name online.

He stared at the first line of text for three seconds. The characters "Zhu Yan" flickered and turned into a blank box.

"Please concentrate and silently recite your new name," a small line of red text prompted, "and accurately visualize the characters."

Quite convenient.

Zhu Yan decisively changed his name to Account Deleted.

This name was great!

If he did anything under this name, people wouldn't even know how to expose him on the forums.

He then tried staring at his avatar. Three seconds later, everything in his field of vision disappeared.

In the center of his vision appeared a red camera button.

"Currently, more features are undeveloped; only taking photos to change the avatar is supported."

Zhu Yan pulled his jacket up to block the light.

Then he closed his eyes and took a pitch-black photo.

The next second, a red prompt vividly popped up.

"Avatar successfully changed."

Now, no one could tell if he was dead or alive.

Zhu Yan leisurely continued scrolling down. While checking his abilities, he took the opportunity to inspect his palm again.

An hour had long passed, but his palm was still completely clean.

Zhu Yan felt a surge of joy.

This meant that outside of instances, the minor ability to "Hide Player Mark" truly had no time limit!

...

"I am very sure he didn't have that mark."

Inside a police station a hundred kilometers away, the young officer spoke with certainty.

This was the very officer who had conducted Zhu Yan's routine inspection.

At this moment, he was standing in the station's conference room, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed as he carefully recalled his first meeting with Zhu Yan.

Two police officers sat at the conference table, facing the aunt and the older officer.

"He didn't change his appearance; it was the exact face from the files." The young officer repeatedly confirmed the ID information in his hand. "The lighting on my side was very bright, it's impossible that I saw it wrong."

"His palm was also wiped with makeup remover."

The officer clearly remembered Zhu Yan's dumbfounded expression.

"Oh, he also presented an electronic ID and a university acceptance letter."

Hearing this, the aunt froze.

She blurted out instinctively, "A university acceptance letter?!"

"He was supposed to stay here and work! What university?!"

Her voice was so shrill it became distorted, piercing the initially solemn atmosphere of the conference room.

"You didn't know?" the young officer asked curiously. "Aren't you his guardian?"

One of the officers nudged him.

"The family situation is a bit complicated," the officer said in a low voice. "Xiao Guan, try not to agitate her."

The young officer then lowered his head to flip through the simple file in his hand, but the aunt across from him still began her bitter cursing.

"That little brat! He killed my whole family; I should have chopped him up from the very beginning!"

"Letting him attend high school was a massive favor. If it weren't for the fact that high school graduates get slightly higher wages at that factory, I would have sent him there in middle school..."

"Now look at him, going to university behind my back. His rotten life was bought with my son's..."

Xiao Guan raised his eyes slightly: "Child labor is illegal."

The officer kicked him.

Xiao Guan shut his mouth and continued reading the file.

The file showed that the male head of the household died suddenly on the afternoon of the incident, at a certain hotel.

Because it was an hourly room, the body wasn't discovered by the cleaning staff until seven o'clock in the evening.

The police station confirmed his identity, but by then, the aunt's instance had begun, and calls couldn't go through.

On the other side, the emotionally shattered aunt was screaming, having completely lost her ability to think.

"I don't care if it's illegal! He killed my son, and you guys didn't say that was illegal!"

"Someone definitely wants to harm us! It must be Zhu Yan! My son kept talking about some game card, game card. Zhu Yan must have mailed it to him and dragged him down!"

"Why didn't I receive that thing?!"

The officer ignored her and continued reading the file.

Zhu Yan was their nephew. He went downstairs twice that day to pick up two packages.

The first time was for the Acceptance Letter and a small black envelope.

The second time was to pick up meat and vegetables. The surveillance footage clearly showed him opening another black envelope.

...and swaggeringly stuffing a card and a badge into his pocket.

"You didn't receive it?" the officer looked up to confirm with the aunt. "You didn't merge with it either?"

"No!" the aunt yelled. "I don't know anything!"

The officer looked up and signaled the older officer to help the aunt go rest.

Then he turned to the young officer and stood up.

"The deceased was still in high school and had no record of receiving any packages."

"According to the deceased's mother's statement, it's highly likely the deceased obtained the card through other means and merged with it."

The deceased was the younger brother, and the deceased's mother was the aunt.

The young officer's expression changed.

His superior had already told him the key points of the aunt's statement.

Based on the aunt's description of the instance and his own interaction with Zhu Yan, this person had extremely strong psychological resilience. After surviving a beginner instance with a very low survival rate, he could still maintain his composure and immediately flee the scene.

It was highly probable that Zhu Yan intentionally left behind the aunt's [Ability Card] to ensure his own survival in the instance.

This was a very dangerous player.

What was his ability, then?

Was it transformation? Or illusion?

"We have already notified Anwu City," the officer said. "Zhu Yan will be intercepted as soon as he arrives at the station."

The young officer nodded, waiting for his superior's next instructions.

"Guan En, go get ready."

"We will depart in ten minutes to coordinate the interception in Anwu City."

On the high-speed train.

Zhu Yan carefully read the description of his upgraded ability.

"[Roleplay] Lv.4: You can imitate the behavior of thriller creatures at level four or below, making them believe you are one of their own. This component has no time limit."

"You can slightly alter your aura to deceive players level 4 and below, making them believe you are someone else or a thriller creature. This effect has no time limit."

"In each instance, you can hide your player tattoo for 1.5 hours."

This was awesome. He could fool anyone below level 4.

Zhuyan looked at his empty palm again, confirming that his concealment ability was not restricted outside of instances.

"[Complain] Lv.3: You can verbally abuse, shift blame, and launch personal attacks against a specific target, pointing out that they caused your misfortune. This weakens their spirit and drains their power."

"The degree to which the specific target is affected depends on their level. Currently, players or thriller creatures at level 4 or above are completely unaffected."

"This ability does not affect you."

Zhuyan had seen the power of this ability.

His younger brother was a level 0 player, and at the time, the Lv.2 [Complain] had rendered him completely powerless to resist.

It was quite practical, easy to execute, and very interesting.

Zhuyan took a sip of his milk tea, deciding to find an opportunity to try it out himself.

He scrolled down the page; there was still the content of the [Bully] ability to read.

Suddenly, a pleasant female voice rang out, startling Zhuyan into looking up.

"Hello, player. An accessible instance has been detected."

Zhuyan subconsciously glanced around the train carriage.

Here, right now?

But he had just finished his last instance!

"After the instance [Who is the Crown Prince] ended, a surviving player caused trouble for you."

The female voice explained smoothly.

"Your actions have drawn the high attention of human organizations, and they have decided to hunt you down."

"In 6 hours, the instance [Cat and Mouse Game] will begin. The instance location is: Train G3075."

"Would you like to participate in the instance [Cat and Mouse Game]?"