Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 283: Forcibly Advancing the Game Progress, the Mad Princess

"Your Majesty..."

The guard murmured Lu Ce's words softly, his eyes growing unfocused as if experiencing vision problems. His spirit seemed scattered, clearly having suffered some intense mental shock in a short period.

[: Oh no oh no, here comes the classic scenario—when "Sin" thinks there's no problem, the game characters automatically assume they're the ones with issues.]

[: Wonder what wild assumptions he's making now. Can't wait to hear him speak.]

[: Progress speed too fast. Seriously suspect all Hell Mode games are paper tigers before "Sin".]

Watching the guard actually change his address, Lu Ce nodded approvingly and withdrew the hand that had been pressing against him.

The guard looked up, mustering courage to ask confusedly: "You... Your Majesty, are you here to marry the princess? Are you attending the wedding?"

Freed from the shoulder pressure, the guard now had strength to stand, yet hesitated, too afraid to rise fully. He remained in a half-crouch, deliberately keeping his height below the golden figure before him.

"Attend a wedding? Well, I might be doing that too," Lu Ce nodded. "But marriage? Let's skip that. Your customs here seem really strange." He nodded again as if understanding why they'd called him princess earlier. "Normally, a princess's marriage partner shouldn't be the king. The king should be the princess's father."

"F-father?!" Hearing this, the guard unconsciously shrank further, squatting even lower.Damn, if that's the case, him claiming to be the supreme will here actually makes sense. The key is logical consistency! With this interpretation, the other's attire, aura, behavior—everything suddenly becomes reasonable. Plus, well, the bride's father attending the wedding sounds perfectly normal too.

"Did you... just arrive today?" The guard forced an awkward smile, desperately searching for conversation topics.

"What else? Don't tell me you didn't even know that?" Lu Ce's mask instantly showed displeasure.

"Ah, yes yes, just making conversation..." Know? Know his ass! But right now, he could only play along.

"What... what did you summon me for?"

"I want to know—why isn't the attendant in this room present? Where did he go?!" Lu Ce pointed at his room behind them.

The guard looked and instantly his eyes turned red! So that's it! Everything makes sense now! That damn attendant broke the rules by disappearing and let the princess's father see this mess! How could such negligence happen in the castle?

Lu Ce continued: "And why hasn't anyone cleaned up? The bed's been trampled dirty, the alarm clock's shattered pieces still lying around?"

"I'll find him immediately!" The guard nearly roared the words, seamlessly transitioning to a single-knee kneel—squatting had become unbearable, and dignity seemed unimportant before this figure.

"Find him? Will that be timely? Clean it up yourself first." Lu Ce said calmly.

The guard froze, then realized this might be punishment for his poor oversight. He lowered his head: "Yes!" Moving to enter.

"Wait, not yet." Lu Ce stopped him again. The guard turned back cautiously.

Minutes ago, those same eyes had glared with murderous intent—now they held traces of fawning.

History's greatest beast tamer—Lu Ce!

"What should I do next?" Lu Ce asked matter-of-factly. After all, isn't this how games work? When unsure, grab an NPC and ask.

The guard's eyes bulged. How should I know what you do next?!

But quickly, his brain began its acrobatics. Wait, maybe he's new here and unfamiliar with the layout. Or... could this be another test? Checking if I know the protocols?

After intense internal debate, just as the golden mask's expression grew impatient, the guard hurriedly suggested: "Perhaps... you'd like to see the princess now?"

"Hmm." Lu Ce nodded, then frowned. "Hmm?"

"There are other princesses?"

"Ah?" The guard didn't understand.

"Where? Might as well, nothing better to do."

"Let me guide you." The guard quickly offered, bending slightly to lead the way, his teeth grinding silently. Escort duties should've been that damn attendant's job. Where did that room's servant disappear to? If he finds him... skinning alive would be too merciful!

Soon, following twisting corridors, they reached a cathedral-like five-meter-tall door guarded by two more sentries. Seeing a colleague leading a golden-clad figure, they looked startled.

The accompanying guard stepped forward, whispering intensely with the door guards. Lu Ce watched their apparent debate unfold, with frequent glances toward him. Annoyed, he strode forward.

"What's the holdup? Don't waste my time."

"Who are you?" A door guard asked suspiciously.

"Who I am shouldn't require my personal repetition." The golden mask emitted terrifying radiance that instantly diminished the questioner's presence.

Lu Ce's escort guard frantically pulled them aside, whispering urgently. Miraculously, the doors opened!

Without sparing a glance at the obstructing guards—mere unworthy insects—Lu Ce strode inside.

As the doors closed, even the audience struggled to process what just happened.

Upon entering, Lu Ce froze momentarily. His previous room had seemed luxurious, but compared to this? That was a slum!

Wall-mounted swords and shields, soldier statues lining the walls—fascinated, he momentarily forgot about princesses, touching and examining everything like a museum visitor.

At the room's center, behind curtains, the princess lay on an enormous bed. Hearing the door, she sat up, madness gleaming in her eyes as she stared at the entrance.

But Lu Ce paid her no attention, touring the room like a cultural exhibit.

"Keh... kehahahaha!"

After minutes of being ignored, the princess burst into incomprehensible laughter.

Lu Ce, currently fiddling with an intricate ornament, waved dismissively without turning.

"Quiet. No noise."

Princess: "......"