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It was clear that if my memory served me right, it was A Chen who had been injured by the mermaid, which left me puzzled about the wound on my own hand. Yet, Cold Bench affirmed my “memory,” creating a contradiction.
Between the two of us, one of us was undoubtedly panicking. However, a strange symbiotic relationship had formed; Cold Bench confirmed all my memories, forcing me to first admit that I was the one lying before I could claim he was the liar.
Admitting to lying was almost more difficult than climbing a mountain, especially since I knew I hadn’t lied at all. This created a paradox unless it turned out that I didn’t even realize I had lied, and my memory was deceiving me.
Moreover, there was one crucial piece of evidence that required taking a bit of a risk to obtain. At this point, I could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion; my nerves were on the brink of collapse. So why not let myself go mad just this once?
I fixed my gaze on Cold Bench: “Illusionist, reveal your true self!”
To my surprise, Cold Bench let out a laugh: “Qian Yi, what exactly are you thinking?”
I chuckled back: “You dare to act but not admit it? That’s not your style. In this round, I win.”
“Win?” Cold Bench raised an eyebrow. “If I truly am the Illusionist, then right now you’re in an illusion. By the time you wake up in reality, I’ll have long since flown away—assuming you even survive to return.”
“Let’s hope so!” I forced a light laugh, but inside I felt more certain of my guess: this round was mine to win. “But aren’t you curious how your seemingly foolproof plan was exposed?”
Cold Bench smiled faintly: “If I were the Illusionist, I’d like to hear more. But Qian Yi, you’ve got the wrong person.”
I could hear my heart pounding loudly; this was an intense psychological battle between us. I had never wanted to win so badly—I had to win: “The wound on my right hand is just one aspect. In fact, even when we fell into the waterfall, I had already noticed you. You’re clever; to mask the scent of Xian Cao, you deliberately used herbs. On land, it went unnoticed, but once in the water, it all came out. Of course, many people fell in at that time; I wasn’t sure who it was at first and even suspected Wang Meng, who had a military background. But then I realized it couldn’t be him because Shimen rules state that Illusionary Technique is passed down only to males. Thus, A Li became the prime suspect.”
A faint smile lingered on Cold Bench ’s lips, his face betraying no emotion as if he were indifferent. But I knew his inner defenses were beginning to crumble.
I continued, "Then there was that river junction where Third Granduncle Master took advantage of the internal strife to eliminate the Yellow Witch and her companions. Everything seemed to return to its normal state, but in reality, it was the opposite. Third Granduncle Master saved your life, and from that moment on, the true Illusionary Realm began to unfold. By the way, I must admit, even though I really don't want to, you are indeed a formidable Illusionist. So far, no one has seen through your deception except for me. However, the waterfall incident made you aware of the looming crisis. To be safe, you needed to find a scapegoat for yourself—A Li, another woman. You had A Li constantly remind me that my emotional outbursts and memory confusion were all caused by the Moon Meteorite. This was truly a two-pronged approach: it temporarily alleviated my concerns while also setting up A Li as a scapegoat without revealing your true intentions. Of course, the most critical piece of 'evidence' to frame A Li was that Aroma Pouch she contributed, carrying that faint herbal scent. At that moment, I almost fell for your trick."
Cold Bench's calm eyes finally showed a hint of change; he was on the verge of breaking down.
I praised him, "Your plan was perfect; it nearly fooled everyone, including me at that time. But unfortunately for you, this time you lost—miserably. You must be wondering what your flaw was and how such an exquisite deception could be uncovered by me. Is it because I'm smarter than you? No, it's because you're the one who's foolish! Your downfall lies in your own stupidity!"
The more someone believes themselves to be exceptionally clever, the less they can tolerate being called foolish by others—especially when they see everyone around them as fools. It was like stabbing him directly in the heart.
The corners of Cold Bench's mouth twitched; that nonchalant smile vanished. His eyes burned with fury, shooting venomous glares while he desperately held back his rage.
I clenched my fists, my palms sweaty. "Your greatest folly is your arrogance and self-righteousness! Your actions are nothing more than the antics of a frog in a well! You destroyed the illusion you meticulously crafted with your own hands—how can you not see how foolish you are?!"
"You’re insane! How could I be?!" Cold Bench grabbed my collar in a fit of rage—he had finally snapped.
"Hahaha..." I laughed triumphantly, "I won! I won!"
Cold Bench froze for a moment in disbelief, regret flooding his expression. "You... deceived me?!"
I declared fiercely, "Damn right I did! You've played me so many times; this is just me returning the favor—Yellow Witch!"
Cold Bench —or rather, the Yellow Witch—had a twisted expression suddenly freeze on his face. His lips trembled as if asking "why," but his throat remained silent.
Suddenly, the classic voice from the King of Fighters game echoed in my mind: "K!" This was the most glorious victory of my life, but it seemed to have exhausted all my luck; from then on, I never won against this person again—whether it was against the true Illusionist or Cold Bench himself.
However, the excitement I felt at that moment is still vivid in my memory. I had won, and I had defeated two people! I wasn't sure which victory brought me more joy; perhaps it was over Cold Bench, as it took greater courage to unmask him.
The punch thrown by the Yellow Witch never landed on my face. Now, she was completely exposed by my relentless barrage of revelations. Perhaps she was stunned by the realization that one wrong move could lead to her downfall. In that instant, I seized her earlobes with lightning speed, feeling a thin protrusion beneath them. With a swift tug, Cold Bench's shocked face was forever captured in my hands.
This was something A Li had taught me: no matter how sturdy a human skin mask is, there are always flaws, and this particular flaw lay just beneath the earlobes.
To win means to win thoroughly, to win beautifully!
But when I finally saw the face beneath the mask, a jolt of shock ran through me, freezing all my joy, excitement, and sense of superiority along with my blood—how could this be?! Who was she?!
Peach Blossom Eyes, with a mole hidden at the tip of her left eyebrow—I had seen her before!
My memory began to frantically search… Ah, I found it! Was it really her?!
"Senior… Sister?" This time, it was my turn to be astonished.
She smiled lightly, revealing a pair of clever Li Was. "Well, it's been a long time. Welcome home!"
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