Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

At this time, the broadcast sounded: "The rules of the reward competition will be announced by the key NPC. Please respect the NPC and consciously maintain order in the competition venue."

As soon as the words fell, the witch lady, who was holding the bleeding wound on her abdomen, slowly stood up and staggered in front of the crowd:

"Please...everyone follow me."

Drops of the girl's blood fell to the ground, leaving bloody footprints with every step she took. The dead silence of the crowd spread in the still strong smell of blood. Everyone followed the witch's steps silently, watching her raise her foot and step into a huge door that rose from the ground at a certain moment.

At the end of the door was a white light that swallowed up all the scenes behind the door. In Iris's sight, the witch seemed to have disappeared in the white light, and even if they crossed the door, they would no longer be able to find her trace.

It looked as if Miss Witch had abandoned all of them without hesitation.

Iris turned to Ernest and asked:

"How could you see what was behind the door at that time?"

Her voice was soft, but it was very clear in the already silent crowd. Many people turned their eyes to her, and then saw Ernest beside her. Some people retracted their gazes, some could not help but glance back and forth between the two, and some people suddenly quickened their pace, such as Olivia Novello, who noticed that Iris was getting too close to someone again, and Levin Auceptin, who had been counting Olivia's steps carefully, but inexplicably quickened his pace in a hurry to keep up with her.

Ernest said indifferently:

"She is a key NPC with high authority. Of course, she can freely control the appearance and disappearance of the white light."

Iris did not respond, letting the strange silence linger in the air for a long time before she spoke calmly:

"I don't think you can ask her to enable access just for you, just to let you see what's behind the door."

This man was chased and beaten by the witch all the way.

"Maybe this is a pre-programmed program of the space ball - after completing a specific task, you can see more things."

Ernest understood her purpose of asking this question in front of everyone at this time. He answered seriously out of selfish motives, making sure that everyone could hear her clearly as she wished.

She wanted to tell everyone—Miss Witch was angry.

That's it.

Ernest straightened his sleeves and walked into the white light first. Iris followed closely with one hand in her pocket. One figure after another was obscured by the white light. When their vision was restored, everyone was shocked for a few seconds by the blue sky, white clouds and green grass that seemed to appear in a fairy tale. Then they slowly came to their senses.

[It seems like I’ve returned to the time when I wasn’t a vicious woman]

[This sky, this grass... The last time I saw such a beautiful scene was in a cartoon! ]

[Wow, this color is so bright that it looks fake]

The witch lady spoke at this time:

"It's terrible. I'm covered in blood and my clothes are dirty... I'm going to go back to my room to clean myself up before I come out. Guests, please go to the house in front and choose a room to rest for a while. We'll meet here again in two hours - please make full use of these two hours to tidy up your appearance! Witches don't like humans who don't like to be clean."

This was the first time she called herself a witch. Something changed quietly after everyone stepped through the gate. The new map and new experience brought the contestants a brand new feeling.

After the witch finished speaking and walked away humming a song, a glittering house appeared at the end of the gravel road under their feet. Except for the first floor which was a hall, the other floors had ten rooms each, for a total of eleven floors.

The broadcast just said that the rules would be issued by the witch. Everyone was not sure whether "clean yourself up before gathering" was a rule, but it would never go wrong to do so. Besides, after just experiencing a bloody and highly concentrated melee, who would not want to have a good rest, at least to wash off the dirt on their bodies and eat something to replenish their energy.

When the intelligent system of Space Ball recognizes that the player is about to take a shower or go to the toilet, it will automatically block the live broadcast room, and the personal interface will also display the blocking status of the live broadcast room in real time.

Iris, who was traumatized by the biting snake heads all over the floor, took a shower and washed her hair. She felt like rubbing her skin off when applying shower gel. After washing, she changed into the clothes placed in the space magic tool, stroked her soft hair with both hands, quickly dried her hair with fire magic, tidied her hair and left the room.

She briefly explored the building where the contestants lived, but found nothing noteworthy, so she walked into the garden.

In the spacious and ventilated pavilion shaded by flowers and green vines, the witch lady was vaguely seen lying in front of the table, and there seemed to be many people around her.

"What are you sewing?"

“Is this your doll?”

"She's a girl, so cute."

……

Iris walked closer and found that it was the witch lady who was using needle and thread to mend the hole on the doll in her hand.

So many people tried to talk to her, but she never opened her mouth. It was as if she had entered a standby mode and had to wait for two hours before she could interact with the contestants again.

The doll was all white, which was not the case with normal dolls. She recognized the prototype of the doll at a glance. If the doll's hair was painted gray and its pupils were dyed blue, it would be exactly the same as the one Alexia held in her arms all year round.

She was just about to check out other parts of the garden while there was still time, when she looked up and saw Ernest standing not far away and looking at her. His gaze lingered on the doll for a moment, and he obviously recognized the doll's real prototype.

Then, Ernest moved his gaze to Iris who was standing beside him. His calm face and deep amber eyes still refused to reveal any emotion. Iris looked back at him nonchalantly, and when he turned and left without any expression, she twirled the gray hair on her shoulders with her fingertips in boredom.

She looked at the remaining time and walked forward.

The garden is crisscrossed with stone paths, and each path leads to a new view. Fountains, sculptures, and pavilions often appear at the right time, interspersed among them, giving the natural beauty here an atmosphere of humanities and arts.

But for the sake of the competition, none of this was special, until Iris stopped in front of a forest of suspended, broken columns.

Each of these pillars floating in the air was in tatters, and most of them were covered with moss and cracks. The direction of their suspension was also crooked, but they did not fall to the ground.

It can be said to be the most special one in the venue at present - there is no such scenery in ordinary gardens.

Quite a few contestants found this place. They dispersed and looked around, some sitting and some standing, thinking about the meaning of this forest of pillars.

When the two hours were about to end, the contestants evacuated the place at the same time. She met many acquaintances along the way, but at this moment, no one seemed to be in the mood to say hello to each other.

Back to the pavilion where they met the witch before, the witch was still maintaining the same posture. Iris thought to herself that her doll was cooperative enough and remained strong no matter how long it was in the sewn.

The time was up, and the witch finally stopped. She raised her head and glanced at the people around her, smiling brightly:

"Great, everyone is here.

“What you want is in the castle, and whoever holds it at the end of the game will be its owner.

"When does the match end? When there is only one competitor left, or when someone ends the match.

"What is the method to actively end the game... The clue is here. I wish you all a happy game."

She stood up, lifted her long black skirt, and bowed to everyone with a blatantly evil smile on her face. The wound on her abdomen oozed blood, slowly dripping onto the ground.