Roylena stared at Qin Siyang, a single tear streaking down her cheek.
"[Pleasurer]."
"Huh?"
"I said—my Sequence is [Pleasurer]."
After the words left her lips, Roylena forced a desperate smile.
Qin Siyang watched as her spirit seemed to drain away, and in an instant, he understood why she'd hidden her true ability.
The [Pleasurer] Sequence was infamously known for its Level 1 skill: [Bliss Unbound].
When activated, it flooded a designated target with an overwhelming, euphoric pleasure—compelling them to crave an intimate connection with the caster.
[Bliss Unbound] worked not just on humans, but on gods too. When a [Pleasurer] unleashed the skill, even divine beings would be drawn to their side.
For a [Pleasurer] Sequence Ability user, there were only two fates in store:
A plaything for the high-born nobles of the safe zone, or bait for god hunters beyond its walls.
Either way, an eternity of agony awaited.
That was why those who awakened the [Pleasurer] ability almost always hid their identity, living out their lives as ordinary people.
Once discovered, it would be the start of an irreversible nightmare.
It all made sense now—why Roylena had buried her true Sequence so deeply.
Qin Siyang's face remained impassive, yet a flicker of sympathy stirred in him.
But he quickly reined it in, not letting the feeling take root. Sympathy clouded judgment, and he needed unshakable coldness to guarantee absolute control.
Yet even after Roylena revealed her so-called ability, Qin Siyang was not satisfied.
He looked at the broken woman before him and spoke again, his voice steady: "There's no one on the road right now. Activate [Bliss Unbound] on me."
"What do you want?!"
"I need to confirm you're really a [Pleasurer]."
Qin Siyang knew he might need Roylena's help again someday. To ensure that, he had to grasp her absolute secret—he could not simply take her word for it, not even with her tears and her desperate act.
"Do you really have to push me to the brink? I've told you everything! What more could you possibly want?!"
Roylena pleaded, her voice breaking with tears, begging him with every fiber of her being.
But Qin Siyang's tone was still devoid of all emotion: "Activate the skill. Or I leave with the gun."
Roylena heard the unwavering resolve in his voice and knew her tears were for nothing.
"Fine. You win."
She wiped the tears from her cheeks, tucking her messy golden hair back into place—then her expression shifted, hardening in an instant.
"I'm not a [Pleasurer]. How did you see through me? Was my crying not convincing enough?"
"Ask no more questions. You have no right to them. Tell me your real Sequence."
Qin Siyang had not spotted a single flaw in her performance; his heart had truly softened for a moment. But the lesson he'd learned from Liu Dazhi had taught him to be ruthless in his caution—he would accept nothing less than absolute certainty.
He'd never imagined Roylena would keep scheming, even now. This blonde, blue-eyed police beauty was far more devious than she seemed.
Roylena let out a heavy sigh, feigning helplessness: "[Titan]. My real Sequence is [Titan]."
As she spoke, she held out her hand. Something unseeable shifted, and her palm swelled rapidly—until it was as large as the sofa in Qin Siyang's tiny home.
Then, just as suddenly, it deflated like a punctured balloon, returning to its normal size.
"The [Titan] Sequence allows the user to enlarge any part of their body—or their entire self—and boost the strength of the enlarged area. We're usually the frontline tanks in god-hunting squads, clashing with divine beings head-on."
"But the [Titan] Sequence has an astronomically high mortality rate. Human flesh and blood can never match the power of gods. I refused to live a life of constant fear beyond the safe zone, so I hid my ability and joined the police force."
"That was [Local Augmentation], the Level 1 skill of the [Titan] Sequence. No other Sequence can do that. I'm not lying this time."
Roylena smiled at him, a hint of relief in her eyes. "Can I have my gun back now?"
Qin Siyang's mind raced, recalling everything he'd read about the various Sequence Abilities. He couldn't remember every single skill, but the ability to enlarge one's body did seem unique to the [Titan] Sequence—
Or so he'd thought.
A crucial detail clicked into place. Qin Siyang paused, no longer in a hurry to leave, and fell silent once more.
Roylena's smile faded, her brow furrowing. "What now? Why won't you give me my gun?"
"I'm waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
"Ten minutes. Then I want you to cast [Local Augmentation] again—the Level 1 [Titan] skill."
A flash of shock crossed Roylena's eyes. "What do you mean by that?"
"I need to confirm you're truly a [Titan]… or a [Trickster] who just happened to mimic [Local Augmentation] once."
"If I remember correctly, the [Trickster] Sequence can copy any skill they've seen—but only the surface effect, nothing more. And they can never copy the same skill twice in a row."
The faint relaxation that had settled over Roylena's face vanished completely, replaced by a look of defeat.
"You're truly impossible to deal with."
"So?"
Roylena slouched against a nearby tree, her shoulders drooping in resignation: "You're right. I'm a [Trickster]."
To prove her words this time, a vibrant, multicolored mask materialized on her face out of thin air—an ability unique to the [Shaman] Sequence, one she could never have possessed as a [Titan].
Qin Siyang nodded once, a silent acknowledgment.
He'd finally gotten the truth. Roylena was indeed a [Trickster], and it had taken every ounce of his caution to uncover it— a grueling process, one that had almost fooled him time and again.
"Your Mandarin is flawless, even your emotions were perfectly acted. You almost had me."
"It's my bread and butter. I'd better be good at it—nothing to brag about." Roylena praised him sincerely, a note of genuine admiration in her voice. "You're far sharper than any colleague or criminal I've ever dealt with."
"I feel as helpless as a baby in front of you. Every lie I tell, you tear apart without mercy. The last time I felt this way was when I first met Inspector Orlov."
Having gotten the answer he'd sought, Qin Siyang had no intention of wasting more time in the woods with this deceitful policewoman.
"I'm leaving. I'll leave your gun on the forest path. Three minutes after I'm gone, follow the way I went—you'll find it there."
"Fine, fine. Just disappear already. I never want to lay eyes on you again, you sinister, conniving devil."
Qin Siyang shrugged, amused: "At least I never lied to you once, did I? Good, honest Roylena."
Roylena let out a cold snort, refusing to reply.
Qin Siyang turned and left, his mood light and triumphant, pausing only to retrieve his lunchbox from the bushes where he'd hidden it.
"You're clever, but you'd do well to be careful," Roylena called after him, her voice sharp with warning. "Don't ever fall into Orlov's hands. If you do, I'll be dragged down with you!"
"Orlov, huh?" Qin Siyang called back, his footsteps never slowing. "I'll remember that. Thanks."