Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 320: Sudden Cooperation, Battlefield Prophet

"What was that?!"

Shui Zhongmeng froze momentarily upon hearing the voice, instinctively scanning his surroundings.

Where did that voice come from?!

A game notification? Would a game notification claim to be the key to the game at such a moment?

He still had some self-awareness—this was probably just a hallucination before death! Had he already been killed by the residual divine energy?!

Just then, the voice spoke again.

"Don't space out! Your ability is Soul-Ejecting Palm—with direct contact, you can forcibly expel a person's soul from their body."

As the voice spoke, another stabbing pain shot through his forehead. Only then did Shui Zhongmeng realize this voice must be connected to the pain in his head.

The pain...

Someone had actually drilled something into his skull, using vibrations to transmit sound signals!What a creative idea—except... it hurt like hell!

"Who are you? Where are you?"

"I'm Blank, to your left. Don't turn to look at me now." The All-Seeing Eye embedded in his forehead continued transmitting via vibrations.

"Impressive! You've mastered such delicate techniques." Shui Zhongmeng couldn't help but praise. He genuinely hadn't expected someone to cultivate such an extraordinarily difficult yet seemingly useless skill.

This line of thinking truly broadened his horizons.

"But keep it brief... This really hurts!"

Shui Zhongmeng grimaced, glancing at "Sin" wielding his giant axe and the berserk Sun in the battlefield. What nonsense about him being most important—she just couldn't break through their defenses, right?

Xie Antong leaned against an upturned boulder, using it as cover from the raging energy outside while catching her breath.

Truthfully, even without Shui Zhongmeng's complaint, she needed to keep her messages as concise as possible.

This communication method was absolute mental torture for her, requiring unimaginable concentration and mental strain.

Imitating sound vibrations, drilling into flesh, then making bones tremble at high frequencies—only someone drugged up like her could endure such precise control.

This was the emergency communication method she'd devised after realizing how crucial coordination was during their last game.

Taking a deep breath and focusing, she continued through the All-Seeing Eye:

"Look for an opening later to strike the Princess."

"Who? Me?!" Shui Zhongmeng nearly laughed aloud.

He should confront this Chosen of Desire?

"You non-combat specialists talk so lightly!" Shui Zhongmeng gritted his teeth.

"My ability is Soul-Ejecting Palm."

"But ejecting souls only works reliably on low-tier players or ordinary people. Against stronger opponents, you need perfect conditions."

"You want me to strike a god? I don't even know what a god is!"

Frustrated, Shui Zhongmeng wondered if this woman valued his life at all.

"No, I've watched all your recordings—there's a chance." Xie Antong's reply made Shui Zhongmeng freeze, an inexplicable chill running down his spine.

What did she mean by watching all his recordings...?

This woman's words sounded terrifying.

"She's not the original. Two souls inhabit that body—the original princess still lives."

"Even if she's divine, rules impose limits. She said it herself—the game's restrictions should loosen."

"Moreover, her energy is highly unstable right now. I see it clearly—growing more volatile as her power rises."

"The moment her energy peaks might be our opportunity."

Despite the skull-splitting pain, the lengthy explanation actually cleared Shui Zhongmeng's mind somewhat.

Looking up, he saw both she and Blank had retreated from the central combat zone—no chance of entering the three-way battle at the core.

At the center, a pillar of light erupted from the "Princess," her power continuously rising while ignoring external attacks.

He couldn't perceive any instability—just endless escalation...

"Even if there's an opening... I'd probably be a corpse by the time I got close." Shui Zhongmeng groaned.

"Have Sun cover your approach. When he exits the central battle, go talk to him."

Shui Zhongmeng: "..."

Looking up, he saw the flaming figure clinging to the Princess's back, attacking wildly.

Not expecting real damage, but this behavior continuously triggered his Blasphemer's Medal.

Quietly, Shui Zhongmeng muttered:

"Leave the battlefield? You might not understand our guild leader. With the Princess purely defending, he'd never withdraw voluntarily."

"He will soon." Xie Antong calmly replied.

Shui Zhongmeng: ?

Almost instantly, another figure crashed into the already ruined castle, making the structure tremble. Turning, Shui Zhongmeng saw it was Sun in his flaming armor!

Shui Zhongmeng: ??

On the battlefield, Lu Ce slowly retracted his giant axe and declared: "Stop interfering."

Each axe strike had shaken the light-engulfed "Princess," but he found the flaming nuisance particularly irritating.

So he'd used the flat side like a giant paddle to swat Sun away.

Shui Zhongmeng glanced back, utterly shocked.

Are you some battlefield prophet?

Xie Antong's prediction stemmed purely from understanding Lu Ce—his arrogance guaranteed indiscriminate attacks, making Sun getting hit inevitable. But Lu Ce's core will would never let him kill Sun now.

Thus, this outcome was certain.

"I can't guarantee success, nor that he'll listen to you."

"I'll try."

After long hesitation about taking advice from a player ranked outside the top thousand, Shui Zhongmeng finally stood.

"No, he'll agree." Xie Antong responded.

"You'll agree too."

"Top players are all madmen—you're just relatively saner."

"No one who reaches this level retreats from risk."

As Shui Zhongmeng approached Sun, his steps suddenly halted. Narrowing his eyes, he stared at the figure behind the boulder.

Blank...

Do you really think... you're normal yourself?