Shut Up Malevolent Dragon I Dont Want To Have Any More Children With You Chapter 668

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“Could the rankings be biased?”

“Or maybe I have some hidden role that’s causing the discrepancy?”

“Do you think—”

Rosvisser raised her hand, cutting off Leon’s spiraling over-analysis.

“You’ve assisted too much.”

Leon blinked in confusion. “What do you mean by ‘assisted’?”

“Hmph. Look for yourself.”

Rosvisser pushed the memory stone toward Leon.

He glanced down at the detailed task data displayed for him. At least seven or eight tasks were labeled as “Assisted Completion,” while the actual “Completer” column showed either Moon or Muse.

“So basically, you spent all your time helping the girls with their tasks, but the ones you personally completed are too few, which is why your ranking is so low.”

Relieved, Leon exhaled a long breath.

“I thought I was just getting old.”

“Well, you’re almost thirty soon. For a human, that’s no small number,” Rosvisser quipped mercilessly.

Leon shot her a look but chose not to bicker further. Instead, he turned his attention back to the rankings.

First place was Aurora. Second was Noa. Third was Rosvisser herself.

However, the two names ranked below Leon were rather unexpected.

“Eighth is Helena; ninth is Constantine.”

Leon scratched his head, puzzled.

“Tsk. The Fire Dragon being at the bottom I can understand, but Helena? She’s been with you for an hour. How did she end up so low?”

Rosvisser shook her head slowly. “I don’t know either… Could they both be the ghost players?”

According to their earlier theory, the less efficient someone was, the lower their ranking would be, which increased the likelihood of them being a ghost player.

It made sense for Constantine, but Helena? The soft, sweet, and innocent Sea Dragon Princess hardly seemed like a ghost.

“After all, white stockings represent justice!” (Struck through in their thoughts—back to business.)

Neither Leon nor Rosvisser were naive enough to be completely swayed by appearances. After all, the identity cards were drawn randomly, and anyone could be a ghost player.

Even someone as outwardly pure and harmless as Helena couldn’t escape suspicion.

“Still, we can’t conclude anything just because they’re at the bottom,” Leon said, pushing the memory stone back to Rosvisser. “The data from the [Overseer] card is just a reference point.”

Rosvisser nodded and stowed the stone away. “Got it. So, what’s your plan now?”

Leon thought for a moment before responding, “Constantine has the [Roster] prop card. It automatically checks a player’s identity every two tasks he completes.

“But since his efficiency is ranked second to last, he can’t have used it more than three times at most.”

“Earlier, when we regrouped, Aurora mentioned that the two ghost players don’t know each other’s identities. This creates a contradiction between the tasks, the ghost players’ strategies, and Constantine’s [Roster] card.”

Rosvisser listened attentively. “A contradiction?”

Leon nodded.

“Yes. A ghost player can’t complete too many tasks; that would only help the good players clear the game faster.

“But if Constantine is a ghost, he wouldn’t be able to accumulate enough contribution points to activate the [Roster] and identify others.”

“So, if he keeps playing passively, he won’t find his ghost teammate, and the [Roster] card becomes useless. After all, there are only two roles in this game: good players and ghosts.”

Rosvisser processed the analysis, gaining a clearer understanding of the current situation.

“So, we just need to focus on observing Constantine?”

Leon nodded. “That’s the plan. Watching Constantine can’t hurt. In the meantime, you and the kids should keep working on tasks to find the source of the plague.”

Rosvisser raised an eyebrow, gesturing to his bracelet.

“But your fatigue state hasn’t been resolved yet. Is that fine?”

“No problem. These tasks aren’t difficult. I can finish most of them in under fifteen minutes. As for the basement, I don’t plan on going there. Worst case, I still have a prop card to delay poisoning.”

Leon paused briefly and added,

“Besides, dragging out the fatigue state might even mislead Constantine into thinking I’m up to something.”

Rosvisser wasn’t entirely convinced. “If anything, that would make him more cautious. Constantine isn’t the type to underestimate you after your first encounter.”

Leon chuckled. “Now you’re cracking hell jokes too.”

Standing up, he ruffled Rosvisser’s hair affectionately.

“I’m off to shadow the fire-breathing dragon. You take the kids and focus on the tasks. Stay safe.”

“Got it. You too.”

Leon was just about to leave when Rosvisser called out to him.

“Wait a second.”

“What’s up?”

Turning back, he saw her leaning against the table, holding a small cake in her hand.

“Want a taste?”

“No thanks.”

“Tch, boring.”

Rosvisser took a bite of the cake, but before she could swallow, Leon swooped in with surprising speed. He wrapped an arm around her waist, leaned in, and stole the bite from her lips.

“The ones in your hand aren’t as good, but the ones in your mouth? Those deserve a proper tasting. Thanks, Your Majesty!”

“…You’re insane!”

Leon waved playfully from the doorway, a smug grin on his face as he left the kitchen, the stolen cake still in his mouth.

Now it was time to execute their plan.

“You’re really going to follow me, Leon?”

Constantine stared at him, visibly exasperated.

Out of nowhere, Leon had popped up and suggested they team up for tasks.

While it felt like a weasel greeting a chicken with “good intentions,” Leon wasn’t even a weasel—he was far more cunning. His sudden offer was undoubtedly part of a scheme.

“I’m not trying to follow you. I just can’t find Moon and the others right now,” Leon said, hands clasped behind his head as he strolled leisurely ahead.

Constantine glanced at Leon’s bracelet, noting its yellow hue.

“You haven’t even completed the task to lift your fatigue state?”

Leon paused momentarily, his mind racing through possibilities before settling on the perfect excuse.

Turning back, he looked at his bracelet, then at Constantine, and replied with a cryptic smile,

“No rush. For me, lifting the fatigue state isn’t particularly important. Don’t you think so, Constantine?”