This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist

Chapter 195 I'm Willing to Donate 300 Pounds of Dragon Dung!

the combination of **young rogue** and **old rogue** made it incredibly difficult to kill silas unless one could ensure a surprise attack that would instantly finish him off. otherwise, as long as silas had a photograph in hand, he could escape from almost any situation by teleporting away. no wonder he wasn't worried about being hunted. his partnership with the special affairs bureau likely served more to avoid mystical abilities used to track him than to seek protection from direct confrontation.

rita was impressed. "this divine gift is really something..."

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but as she nodded in agreement with herself, it hit her—silas could only carry a limited weight when teleporting, based on his combined attributes! at level 6, silas's total attribute points would only add up to 61. rita had a bad feeling as she scanned the room full of players again.

she noticed a player with a talent for monitoring and intercepting emails... it seemed the reason special affairs bureau didn't use mail for resource transport wasn't as simple as shadow.q had casually suggested.

her gaze then landed on a familiar face in the corner—a short-haired woman. the same one who could turn players into cockroaches. she stood there, with a calm, almost benevolent smile, holding a transparent jewelry organizer.

rita turned to shadow.q and pointed at the five-tier organizer, teasing, "wow, is that where we're staying during this trip? so luxurious! am i even worthy of such fancy accommodations?"

shadow.q avoided eye contact, nervously fixing her hair, "yeah, didn't i mention it before?"

rita: "..."

**shadow.q**: "ahem... i got you and nivalis a single room. don't worry, you won't be squashed together with other creatures."

nivalis lifted her head from her game, confused, "what single room?"

avery, disappointed: *sad face.*

meanwhile, the cockroach-like players inside avery's jewelry organizer and those still in line gave rita longing, envious looks.

riding on the donation of dragon dung, rita successfully avoided being transformed into an insect.

two minutes later, rita was perched comfortably on avery's shoulder, watching the insects in the jewelry organizer below. occasionally, she'd swat at the box with her paw to spook one of the cockroaches inside.

shadow.q shook her head. she made a mental note to include this incident in her year-end promotion application as proof of her ability to handle pressure, stay calm under stress, and maintain a cheerful demeanor.

once all the players had been transformed into cockroaches, silas extended his right hand, allowing avery to place hers on his wrist while holding the jewelry organizer full of miniaturized players. rita, still in kitten form, jumped from avery's shoulder to silas's, gripping his armor tightly with her paws—just to be safe.

after everything was in place, silas pulled out a photograph showing the deep sea and a massive mountain taking up nearly a fifth of the image's background. despite being underwater, lania kaia's many bioluminescent sea creatures lit up the photo's dark depths.

rita braced herself, knowing the intense water pressure would start draining their health as soon as they arrived—something both silas and avery had warned her about.

"alright, everyone, take a deep breath and hold it!" silas called out.

then, he pointed at a spot on the photo. in the next instant, rita felt like she was being thrown into a washing machine.

gripping silas's shoulder armor tightly, she endured the disorienting spin until, all of a sudden, she plunged into cold water. the pressure crushed against her lungs, and her health began to slowly drain, losing 3-5 points per second.

through half-closed eyes, she saw that avery and silas were also losing health—except their health bars were dropping at an alarming rate, almost 5% per second.