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"Wait!"
In the darkness, Iron-Pumping Superman caught a glimpse of light ahead. Realizing they were getting too close, he immediately waved his hand to stop Moon-Fang Strike, who was rushing forward recklessly.
Clad in black clothes and hidden in the shadows, the two were virtually invisible. Unless they opened their mouths, even the Three-Eyed Raven wouldn't be able to spot them.
Feeling secure, they crouched down and peered ahead.
The figure was of medium height, hidden under a heavy cowl, but they could still make out that the person was on the heavier side.
"Follow him."
Once the light dimmed, Iron-Pumping Superman signaled, and the duo resumed their tail.
They followed the figure for what seemed like ages. Just as the viewers in Moon-Fang's livestream were starting to get bored, a blinding light suddenly shone down from above.
caught off guard, the two players following the mystery man were blinded, tears streaming from their eyes.
They covered their eyes and waited a long moment for their vision to return. By the time they recovered, the blinding light was gone. They knew the target had closed the exit.
Since the mystery man had already gone up, they threw caution to the wind. They rushed forward and found a ladder leading up to the ceiling.
Moon-Fang, eager to create some content for his "fam" in the chat, scrambled up the ladder first. He hit his head against a stone slab. He pushed tentatively. It didn't budge. He pushed harder.
Still nothing. The stone slab remained immovable. Moon-Fang grunted and shoved with all his might for a while, but failed to open it.
Standing below, Iron-Pumping Superman realized the issue and started looking around the base of the ladder for a mechanism.
"Damn it! There's definitely a secret up there. It's either a vault or the Queen's bedchamber!"
Moon-Fang, panting heavily, gave up on pushing. Holding the ladder with one hand, he punched the stone wall beside him in frustration.
Click.
Unexpectedly, Moon-Fang's random tantrum triggered the mechanism perfectly. The stone slab made a crisp cracking sound and revealed a crack of light.
"Holy crap. That worked? Is this Westeros or an escape room?" Moon-Fang gulped, muttering complaints as he gently pulled at the slab.
He hadn't forgotten that someone had just gone up there. He didn't know if the guy had left or if the room above offered any cover. An ambush would be bad, but ruining their grand plan would be a disaster.
Moon-Fang carefully widened the crack. He peered through it for a long time until he confirmed it was just a stairwell.
Rumble.
Moon-Fang pushed the slab open. The two climbed the stairs to the top, where they found a lever—presumably the control switch for the door.
Moon-Fang looked back at Iron-Pumping Superman. The veteran player gripped his short sword and nodded.
Moon-Fang pulled the lever. The mechanism in front of them opened, revealing the room beyond.
"It's a room. Empty!"
Moon-Fang stepped out first, looked around, and waved Iron-Pumping Superman over.
"Looks like we're in!"
Standing in front of the open window, Iron-Pumping Superman looked down at the stinking city below, feeling like they had just completed a legendary raid.
"We don't know when that guy might come back. Let's get out of here. The sooner we blow up the King, the sooner we can go home!"
Iron-Pumping Superman called out to Moon-Fang, then went to the door. He cracked it open to peek into the hallway. Seeing no one in the corridor, he opened the door and led Moon-Fang out.
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Around the corner, two armored soldiers wearing red cloaks—Lannister household guards—were walking slowly, chatting.
"Honestly, I really envy Lord Lancel. Look at him, standing by the King's side every day. They must be so close."
"Give me a break. I heard whenever the King gets angry, he pushes Lancel's head down to his crotch and makes him blow his flute."
"You're crazy!"
"What are you afraid of? Everyone in the castle wears red cloaks. Who's going to tell His Grace what I said?"
"You really are... Mmph!"
Just as the guard was about to tell his audacious companion to shut up, a large hand clamped over his mouth and nose, physically stuffing his words back down his throat.
"Who..."
Almost simultaneously, before his companion could utter a single syllable, another pair of hands clamped over his face.
Thud! Thud!
Splattered with blood, Moon-Fang and Iron-Pumping Superman dragged the two corpses back into the room they had just left.
In the livestream, watching their practiced movements, the viewers started cracking jokes:
KingOfWolfMountain: GG. The classic 'It's still stealth if everyone is dead' strategy. You guys are veteran assassins, aren't you?
SupremeInvincibleCandy: Judging by their technique, they aren't rookies. Do you guys have a shady profession in real life?
Moon-Fang, currently busy stripping the armor off a corpse, didn't forget to reply to his "fam."
"Bros, don't get it twisted! The streamer is a law-abiding citizen in real life! This is my first time slitting a throat, I swear! Drop some gifts! In a bit, my brother and I will show you how to blow a King into purple confetti!"
"Quit yapping and strip the armor!" Iron-Pumping Superman, sweating profusely as he worked, urged him on.
About the time it takes an old farmer to milk a bucket of milk later, two "Lannister Red Cloaks" walked out of the room.
"Where to?" Moon-Fang asked.
"Don't know. Let's just wander around. We're wearing the dog skin now, we blend in," Iron-Pumping Superman replied.
"Hey, I actually dig the aesthetic of this armor. Shame I can't take it back with me." Moon-Fang stroked the breastplate with some regret, pulling his sword halfway out of its sheath to pose.
"Focus. If we pull this off, we'll be rich. I can't promise you the moon, but buying a custom suit of armor like this? Definitely doable," Iron-Pumping Superman replied as they walked.
"Oh! You there, guards! Could you give me a hand?"
A voice so old it sounded like it might expire at any second stopped them in their tracks.
The two players turned around. They saw a stooped, hunchbacked old man and a servant. The servant was laden with jars, bottles, and heavy books.
"What are you staring at? Grand Maester Pycelle needs your assistance!" the servant shouted impatiently, seeing the Red Cloaks standing there like idiots.
"What is he?" Moon-Fang tapped the heavy helmet on his head.
"He said 'Grand Maester'... sounds like some sort of university professor or academic dean? What kind of rank is that?" Iron-Pumping Superman whispered back.
"Kill him?"
"Why not? It's just a convenient side quest. He's right there."
The two walked over.
"Ah, you see, there are simply too many of these things..." Grand Maester Pycelle spoke gently to the two Red Cloaks.
Suddenly.
A short sword stabbed into his neck without warning.
Pfft!
Pycelle felt the warm blood spraying uncontrollably from his throat.
"Py..."
The servant's eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to scream, but Moon-Fang's short sword thrust straight into his open mouth.
"Gack!"
Blood sprayed all over Moon-Fang's face.
At that moment, the viewers in his livestream were gagging. The bullet-screen comments froze for a second before exploding in horror. Heaven have mercy, they had never seen such a bloody, disgusting scene in such high definition.
As for why Iron-Pumping Superman and Moon-Fang didn't bat an eye? It wasn't because they were psychopaths.
It was because when Viserys first summoned the players, aside from lowering their pain receptors, he secretly adjusted their "Gore Tolerance" settings to ensure they could handle the brutality of this world.
[Server Announcement! Players Iron-Pumping Superman and Moon-Fang Strike have achieved a Hidden Objective in the Main Questline: Assassinate the Betrayer, Grand Maester Pycelle...]