When that white ribbon appeared out of thin air and swept through the audience amid the roaring wind,

Jiang Ye had an odd feeling—

That pure white ribbon looked like a strange, serpentine creature.

The thought came to him because he’d once seen the White-Clad Woman’s hair turn into long, black snakes.

Snakes that could seemingly stretch on endlessly.

It was just a visual impression at first, nothing more.

But then, as he signed Wu Ying’s name on that ribbon and dripped his blood onto it—

While glancing absentmindedly at the White Tower Zhou Yuling stood on—

He suddenly felt—

That White Tower… vaguely resembled a giant white serpent!

The intricate patterns on its surface looked like scales on a snake’s skin…

So now he couldn’t help but think—

If they really entered that tower, would something happen?

Why wasn’t anyone else raising concerns?

Unfortunately, among these nearly ten thousand people, Jiang Ye was just a background nobody.

He had no voice.

Forget it—if there was something wrong with the tower, it probably wouldn’t happen until the return trip.

Zhou Yuling did seem to need her followers’ help in the Court of Disorder.

Jiang Ye didn’t dwell on it. He quietly played the part of a forgettable background character.

Once the public contract was signed, the white ribbon immediately dispersed.

Each of the ten thousand players, including Zhou Yuling, had their own copy.

Then, Zhou Yuling, standing on the tower, released strand after strand of white thread—

This was the process of officially binding all players to her as followers.

The contract was already signed—there was no turning back.

Naturally, no one resisted. Everything proceeded smoothly.

Still, watching those nearly ten thousand white threads,

Jiang Ye couldn’t help but be reminded of the White-Clad Woman’s black hair.

She had exactly 10,086 strands of it—also nearly ten thousand.

He never quite understood why she treasured her hair so much.

It probably wasn’t just because it was her weapon—

There was likely more to it.

As he pondered this, Jiang Ye followed protocol and entered the strange White Tower with the rest.

From the outside, the White Tower already looked tall.

Inside, the space was divided into layers.

But each layer resembled a dungeon or prison.

Every level had rows of empty cages.

And from the floor, waves of cold, damp air rose.

Naturally, as followers, they weren’t placed in cages.

They scattered throughout the hallways on each floor.

After that, whatever happened outside was no longer visible.

How Zhou Yuling descended into Apartment 0000, they couldn’t see.

So the players, with nothing to do, started chatting in the group.

Jiang Ye’s Wu Ying Replica took the opportunity to gather information casually through the group chat and private messages with Zi Sang Haoyun, expanding his awareness.

Meanwhile, his other Replicas in the Newbie Apartment were also busy.

First off, his Light-type Replica had already freeloaded some AIDS Blood from Wan Xin, successfully concealing his Light-type aura.

Elsewhere, Replica No. 1, who had agreed to meet with Wan Xin and Yang Wenchao, arrived near Room 4443 to 4445 right before midnight.

Naturally, all the Replicas had paid their rent.

Since Jiang Ye was an Administrator, there was no way he’d mess up something like rent.

As for the Mechanical Heart required for entering the Secret Graveyard via Yang Wenchao’s method—

He simply bought it from the High-End Mall’s trading zone.

It was even cheaper than a Privilege Card, which only took a three-win streak to get.

Clearly, players didn’t value it.

After all, it wasn’t a real resurrection—what use was it for the dead?

Yang Wenchao had made up his mind long ago, but now that it was time, he was understandably nervous.

Still, he remained calm and reminded Jiang Ye:

“The Mechanical Undead Mode created by the Mechanical Heart has a time limit,

so the closer we activate it to 0:00, the longer we can explore the Graveyard in undead form.”

“But remember—

death from using the Mechanical Heart must be actual death.”

“If you have a resurrection ability that kicks in first,

the Mechanical Heart won’t activate.”

“Normally that’s fine, but if you miss this 0:00 window,

you’ll have to wait for the next chance. Don’t mess it up.”

“And just before dying, you have to keep reminding yourself about entering the Graveyard,

so that the undead form remembers the ‘final wish.’”

Yang Wenchao was cautious.

But Jiang Ye? He didn’t need to worry.

Honestly, with his Replica Substitution,

he might not be able to activate the Mechanical Heart properly at all.

But that didn’t matter.

He could enter the Secret Graveyard anytime—

as the Apartment 4444 Administrator, he had direct access.

Bringing out the Mechanical Heart was just for show—

to let Yang Wenchao think that was how Jiang Ye entered too.

Wan Xin had also prepped a Mechanical Heart.

He’d hesitated earlier, but ultimately decided to join Jiang Ye.

The three of them buried their Mechanical Hearts,

waiting for the stroke of midnight to die and enter the Graveyard in undead form.

Meanwhile, the Replica inside the Secret Graveyard was still pondering how to let the Light-type Replica awaken a Glyph Pattern Ability.

He’d thought of a unique angle—

using the skill Replica Fusion!

When the fusion ends, all temporary buffs gained during the fusion are transferred to the host Replica.

For example, if Replica A fuses into Replica B,

then any buffs gained go to B.

These buffs include attributes, abilities, and even level.

If there are physical items involved, they can stay with A.

And Replica items can be freely moved via Replica Shared Space.

So Jiang Ye was wondering—

If a Glyph Pattern Ability really behaves like an item…

Maybe it could be transferred freely among Replicas!

In that case, he wouldn’t need the Light-type Replica to awaken a Glyph Pattern Ability—

he could just transfer one to it!

But unfortunately, after many fusion experiments,

he still hadn’t found a way to transfer a Glyph Pattern Ability to another Replica.

Originally, he’d hoped that by becoming a Defender Player’s follower,

he could get early info on the incoming old players.

But now, Wu Ying was trapped inside the White Tower.

He couldn’t even see their arrival.

He couldn’t assess their power.

And per Zhou Yuling’s plan, once they exited the tower,

they’d be dropped straight into the Court of Disorder—

so he wouldn’t even get the chance to evaluate the other Defender Players.

From what Zi Sang Haoyun said,

he had a strong suspicion:

some of those Defender Players might have Privilege Identities unknown to regular players!

Maybe not as game-breaking as a Trader,

but still something dangerous.

Not to mention—

Defender Players weren’t afraid of Light at all!

He was genuinely worried his Light-type Replica might get taken out by one of them…

Thankfully, Light wasn’t alone.

While the other Replicas experimented with transferring the Glyph Pattern Ability,

the Light-type Replica headed to Apartment 9669 to speak with He Xingyue about the Defenders.

And He Xingyue had this to say—

“Some Defender ideologies do align with us Light-type Players.”

“To us, Glyph Pattern Abilities aren’t real powers—they’re evil curses.”

“Light exists to purge those curses,

to purify the wretched fallen.”

“From the view of Dark-type Players, they’re being ‘killed by Light.’

But from our perspective—they’re being purified.

They should be thankful.”

She said it with pride.

Clearly, like the Defenders, she looked down on Eerie Players.

Jiang Ye bluntly asked:

“But I once heard a weird voice in the Tombstone Zone of Apartment 4444’s Underground Graveyard—

It said I was one of its kind and mentioned something about Light and Dark in One Body?”

“Are Light-type Players really unable to possess Glyph Pattern Abilities?”

“Also, a player I met who was parasitized by a Symbiotic Reincarnated Eerie is very likely Light-type!”

He watched He Xingyue’s expression carefully as he spoke.

Sure enough—

She didn’t react much at “Light and Dark in One Body.”

But when he mentioned the parasitized Light-type Player—her expression changed.

So Jiang Ye pressed on:

“So that Guan He really is Light-type? And a Reincarnated Player too? You know her?”

“……”

“And Guan He… she also seems to have a Privilege Identity. Do you know what it is?”

He spoke fast and sharply—borderline aggressive.

He Xingyue frowned slightly, then reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.

After a moment of silence, she said solemnly:

“Wait a moment—”

“Midnight is almost here.”

“0:00 is a sacred moment—whether in the Doomsday Apartment or the Newbie Apartment.”

“All beings should offer sincere prayer at this time…”

“……”

Jiang Ye grumbled internally: Midnight again? What’s there to pray about?

And pray to what, exactly?

He didn’t have that kind of weird ritual sense,

but he could see He Xingyue was dead serious.

Not just her—

Little Black in the Secret Graveyard,

Little Bai in Room 2064,

the Administrators in the Admin Chat,

and all the other players his Replicas could reach—

all fell silent and solemn at this moment.

As if they were devout believers,

quietly awaiting the arrival of something holy…

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