Turning to look at the green wood-grain mask lying on the pillow, Gu Mo sighed, hesitating for a moment, and then gently touched it. The mask disappeared into the air just like that.

And in the item slot that only he could feel, an extra item appeared in one of the grids.

This thing should be his trump card, but it wouldn't be normal to use it. If he could avoid using it, it was best not to, and he shouldn't abuse it lightly... he thought silently.

No magic power payment was needed, so he could use that seemingly omnipotent power at will, combining tricks and magic recklessly to achieve any desired result... The only limitation was that it could only take effect at night, and the side effect was to let oneself go.

It seemed to really belong to that kind of bug-like tool, with extremely strong effects, almost no usage threshold, and no apparent costs like an energy exchange...

However, the more Gu Mo recalled his state at that time, the more he felt something was off... Rather than saying he took off the mask, it was more like his rationality collapsed. People often wear masks to survive, but if one doesn't feel that wearing a mask is painful or oppressive, then it means that they actually need this mask.

Knowing the role you play, knowing what you can and can't do, knowing where you should draw the line... all these are part of what the mask represents.

To discard it completely isn't necessarily a good thing.

Gu Mo thought carefully. He longed for a free and unrestrained state, to do whatever he wished, which could be seen as the ultimate pursuit. But it wasn't the state of letting himself go that the mask brought him, that uncontrollable frenzy; the two were not the same thing.

In that state, his rationality collapsed, and he was instead completely a slave to his emotions.

At this time, the screams outside the window became very loud, and the sound of glass breaking and something being smashed resounded. Someone with a rough voice speaking American English was shouting, sounding like a warning, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

At the same time, a thumping sound came from outside the door on the first floor below, as if someone was knocking.

"Oh, it's so noisy. Can't people get some sleep..."

Getting up from the bed, Gu Mo shook his head. He felt quite lazy now, lacking any motivation.

It wasn't the feeling of energy exhaustion that he had almost gotten used to; he was physically full of energy and mentally sharp. But there was an inescapable sense of strange satisfaction, as if the pressure built up in his heart for so long was completely discharged last night, liberating everything thoroughly.

The suppressed, stifling, depressing emotions that he hadn't even realized were completely emptied overnight, as if a pustule had been squeezed clean, even the dark side of his psyche was refreshed, with all the bad completely extracted, leaving no residue.

It's hard to describe that sense of mental relaxation and comfort, so comfortable that it's indescribable, like having a heart massage.

But precisely because he was so relaxed, he now felt as lazy as basking in the sun on a winter afternoon, not wanting to move a bit.

Wobbling to the entrance, yawning, he opened the door, glanced outside, and casually asked, "What's up? Is there something?"

"Sir, we are from the Metropolitan Police Department..."

Outside were two police officers, one showing a badge while the other quickly said, "Sorry to disturb you. We came to your door this time to inquire about... the incident that happened last night. Do you have any information you can provide?"

"What do you mean?" Gu Mo calmly asked in return.

"Anything will do, like how much you saw last night, what you learned, or any thoughts you have on the matter, it's all information we'd be interested in," the policeman said seriously.

"I only saw so much... I was so far away, I wasn't even at the scene last night, just lying by the window watching the screen broadcast on the square over there." Gu Mo looked disgruntled, gnashing his teeth as he spoke, as if he had lost a fortune.

"I see..."

The policeman wasn't suspicious. Many people were like that, and their reactions were similar—either annoyed or resentful, as if not being manipulated to be on the scene last night was a big loss.

This was precisely because of being a Middle-2 and power-admiring nation; many people, after what transpired last night, woke up not with much fear, but with unusual excitement. Some became extremely fanatical, turning into fervent believers almost instantly.

This was also why the outside was so noisy, with ongoing conflicts.

"And about that... mysterious figure, you know, do you have any thoughts, sir?" one policeman asked again while taking rapid notes.

"So handsome! Super handsome! This is definitely the most handsome person in the world!" Gu Mo earnestly gave a thumbs-up, rating his last night's self. "Don't you think so too? Such a person is truly admirable, I can hardly imagine why there would be such a perfect person in the world..."

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