Chapter 20: Psychic Dancer Maryse

Chapter 20: Psychic Dancer Maryse

Chapter 20 Psychic Dancer Maryse

“No, I want the Queen!” Bai Yan shook his head gently and looked at the phone in deep thought.

“Psychic Dancer and Disguise Mask.”

Disguise Mask was a functional relic with the mysterious power of “mimicry.” the person wearing it could change their appearance. Although it caused no damage, the effect was very powerful. And the price of using it was that... the user would not be able to speak to the opposite sex for some time. Anyway, it’s no big deal.

‘I don’t want to give it to Nightsaber or Psychic Dance...’ Bai Yan really wanted to take it for himself. Besides, he thought there should be a way to do that.

He obtained a new operator, Psychic Dancer Maryse.

Her ultimate title was “Psychic Queen.” She was a cynical magi with powerful talent. Besides, she tended to go to extremes.

Bai Yan remembered that this little girl always stirred up trouble, and sometimes she would do very shocking things!

In the first round of the game, he made a wrong choice, causing the loyalty of Psychic to plummet.

“This little girl is a pain in the ass. I have to educate her properly.” After muttering to himself, Bai Yan scrolled the information about the Psychic Dancer Maryse.

He was taking Babel Tower more seriously now. he would commit all the information to memory without any actual notes.

Main Operator:

Name: Psychic Dancer Maryse

Gender: Female

Plane: Material

Level: Evolved

Race: Elven

Main Skill: Control, Assist and Lurk

Rank: High Elf

Primary Attributes:

Strength: 5

Intelligence: 68

Dexterity: 41

Secondary Attributes:

Charm: 9

Loyalty: 2

Mood: 2

Trait:

Egoism (Her mood rises when she gets extra rewards.Her loyalty drops when other operators get extra rewards.) Fiind updated novels at novelhall.come and Madness (Emotions fluctuate. She would make trouble during idling and auto-playing time.)

Ability:

Mind Reading (Proficiency 100%)

Irena was a delicate girl with black hair. She looked at Maryse and said, “You’re finally back, my lady. I’m sorry, I wasn't able to accompany you to dinner today. I had something to do.”

A smile disappeared from Maryse’s face. She soon recovered as if nothing had happened. “Ah, Irena, you’re back. I’m so annoyed!”

She sat on her big pink bed and sighed. “Those guys are all disgusting. They act one way in the open and another way in secret. I can’t stand it!”

Irena sat on the bed and stroked her hair reassuringly.

“You’ve been saying things like that for years. Haven’t you gotten used to it?”

Maryse grumbled, “How can I get used to it? Everyone I meet is disgusting. Only you, Irena, you are different.”

“I’ll always support you, my lady.” Irena nodded.

[Your feet are so adorable, my lady. Can I have a pinch?”]

“Oh, stop it!”

Maryse turned over and pinned Irena to the bed, tickling her personal maid’s midsection with her tender hands.

“Ahhhhhh, you win! Please!” Irene laughed.

[Really a little girl. So gentle.]

Maryse pouted and said, “I’ll never speak to you! Get out! Get out!”

Irena stood up and smiled at Maryse with a hint of pity in her eyes. She bowed. “I will leave now.”

When Irena left, Maryse’s smile disappeared again. She put on a lifeless, empty look as if she was a soulless shell. Clearly, she had no hope for her life.

For hundreds of years, five “managers” actually controlled the city’s economy, security, medical care, education, transportation, and so on...

The Augustus family was the oldest and only Elven family in Tatsumi. All the previous heads of the family could become the managers of Tatsumi... This had always been a tradition.

The current patriarch of the Augustus family was known as the plotter. His methods were the most unpredictable and effective of all the previous patriarchs. His true thoughts were never known.

Maryse was astonishingly beautiful when she was a child. She was the patriarch’s youngest and most favored daughter and had always been the apple of her father’s eye.

Even though she only saw her “Father” for a short time each year, Maryse wanted to be an excellent noblewoman and make her father proud.

It was not until her eighth birthday that Maryse told her father happily and uneasily that she could actually hear the thoughts of others!

“Dad, are you proud of me?”

Later on... she was still the daughter of the family and enjoyed a perfect material life. However, “father” never walked within twenty feet of her again. Never celebrated her birthday again.

And she knew a great deal of malice and filth.

It turned out that the butler had been harassing the cook. The servant who served her had spat into the dishes. Her “kind” uncle had disgusting thoughts toward her. The reliable guards had taken the order to get rid of her if necessary...

In the beginning, Maryse would weep and question until she was thoroughly disgusted and distanced from her growing number of loved ones.

She had finally learned to hide her true feelings.

In such an environment, Maryse grew up day by day. However, being a pure-blooded elf, she had slow growth and still looked like a little girl.

Maryse extended her small white hand toward the ceiling and muttered. “Ah, it’s so annoying. I want to destroy everything.”

She could see no hope for her future. The pain of listening to the truth would stay with her for the rest of her life until she died. ‘Nobody but me hears the truth. So I’m the one at fault, right?

The world never needed anything real.

So, should I go to hell?’

[You have been chosen, Psychic Dancer.]

Maryse froze.

‘Who was talking?’