After realizing that Fern was very likely the 'Fraudster', even though he hadn't done anything, Lin Yu clearly understood that he had already completely seized the "initiative".

Even if the motive was temporarily unknown, Lin Yu wasn't panicked in the slightest.

In confrontations within the realm of "deception", information was far too important.

In fact, Lin Yu still didn't need to do anything next—because judging by the current situation, as long as events continued to develop, Fern was already completely not worth worrying about.

"What a pity. If she hadn't been the first to encounter me, she might have actually become a nuisance."

If Fern had only ever heard "rumors", then this person who was likely the professional class 'Fraudster' might very well have developed suspicions.

Just as Lin Yu could notice the deliberateness and flaws in Fern's performance, a professional like her also had the possibility of noticing the rumors that would likely spread at an "abnormal speed".

Although this possibility was by no means high, it was also definitely not zero.

But if she encountered Lin Yu, and was step-by-step guided to a conclusion while witnessing it with her own eyes...

From a psychological perspective, people always tend to believe more in conclusions they have personally deduced from firsthand experiential data after verifying it themselves.

The old saying "seeing is believing, hearing is not" has been passed down for a long time, which illustrates this point quite well.

This is even applicable in most situations.

Undoubtedly, the smarter a person is, the harder they are to deceive, but similarly...

The smarter a person is, once they fall into a trap, the harder it often is for them to realize they've been deceived.

Usually, it takes decisive facts placed right before their eyes for them to wake up.

Because once "deception" succeeds, the deceived themselves become "accomplices"—for the deceived to awaken from the deception, they must contend not only with the scam, but also with the logic they previously used to convince themselves.

Of course, the more important reason is...

Lin Yu had the utmost confidence in his own performance.

If he wanted to make himself appear like a Rakshasa, he absolutely would not let anyone feel he was a Player.

Even if he himself acknowledged the Player identity, Fern would definitely feel he didn't seem like one!

In a sense, this wasn't even considered "deception".

When performing, what Lin Yu displayed was "truth".

He was indeed acting and thinking like a Rakshasa. It was just that within this Rakshasa shell named "Moro", there also resided a soul named Lin Yu, constantly observing "Moro's" actions from a third-person perspective.

"Now, apart from the 'Promotion' that needs worrying about, the only thing left is that 'Twenty'..."

Lin Yu silently rested and recuperated.

Soon, his spirit recovered considerably.

Beside him, Fern's breathing became a bit more even and heavier.

"Asleep... or acting?"

Lin Yu listened for a while, leaning towards the idea that the other party was probably genuinely asleep.

This even breathing and physiological reaction didn't seem like something someone without professional training and practice could fake.

Even a professional fraudster had no reason to meticulously study and research how to "pretend to sleep".

This wasn't the late Eastern Han Dynasty!

But now that he knew the other party's 'Fraudster' identity, Lin Yu thought perhaps she was sleeping because she was truly tired and felt this place was very safe.

However, there was definitely also a part of continuing to build her "carefree" persona.

Of course, there was also a minuscule possibility...

That Fern, after learning Lin Yu was an NPC, out of contempt, believed she had completely figured out this "Moro" beside her and had thus completely let her guard down.

If the other party was truly skilled at deception, even to the point of earning that crow's recognition, then she couldn't possibly have such a personality.

"Unless that crow is more foolish and careless than I imagined, prone to misjudgment, or simply doesn't have the strict standards of a god as I thought."

After once again praising the great God of Change in his heart, the tent flap at the entrance opened.

New contestants walked in; it sounded like two people carrying another.

"Footsteps are heavy. These guys have quite the bulk."

Lin Yu slightly opened his eyes and saw the group that entered.

They were three sturdy Barbarians, with large tattoos covering their skin and faces.

Barbarians were cave-dwellers. The characteristics of this race were generally short stature but solid build, having only four fingers, and eating everything with huge appetites.

Yet, these three who entered looked, by visual estimation, a full head taller than Shen Bingmiao, which was considered quite tall among Barbarians.

Two Barbarians wearing leather armor were carrying another Barbarian whose face was dark and lips were black, speaking anxiously.

"Where's the witch doctor?! Save him!"

"Someone poisoned him! Damn it, someone poisoned my big brother!"

The Barbarians clamored, and flames surged within the furnace.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop all the noise, I'm coming! No need to be afraid!"

"A minor toxin, nothing more... Is it from those Blood Rakshasas tribes up north who like to coat their spears and arrows with poison from Cloudheart Wood?"

The flames once again condensed into a face, startling those Barbarians as well.

Through this, Lin Yu confirmed once more that having a Flame Monster oversee the Healing Station situation was probably not common.

It might even be the first time.

This thing probably had other uses before.

Hearing the Furnace Fire's words, the Barbarian who called the wounded man his big brother hurriedly spoke in a frantic roar.

"No, no, it was poison in the water! Some sneaky bastard poisoned the water!"

The Flame Monster sounded somewhat surprised. "Oh? That's quite rare. Someone actually did this during the Glory Festival... Do you know who poisoned it? Beastkin?"

Although dirty tricks were within the rules, they were despised by everyone—especially dirty tricks at the level of "secretly poisoning".

That Barbarian spoke with hatred. "Yes, yes, my big brother is the strongest in the tribe. To encounter something like this... It's just too despicable!"

Another Barbarian who looked relatively calm and probably wasn't related to the wounded man quickly spoke up, answering the proper question.

"Not sure who poisoned it, but it might not be Beastkin. We didn't see any Beastkin... We encountered a few clustered Humans earlier."

The flame face leaned closer. "Hmm... Not Beastkin, huh? But it looks a lot like snake venom, probably a blood-toxin type poison."

"But since it's Humans, maybe they bought the venom from Beastkin."

"Before collapsing, there weren't any symptoms like confusion, delirious speech, or indiscriminate attacks, right?"

As the flame face asked, the Barbarian was just about to open his mouth to answer when the tent entrance flap opened once again.

"We have a companion who was bitten. Can you treat him?"

The person entering the tent spoke clearly, and the footsteps were also chaotic.

This time, the group that arrived numbered a full six people.

And before the Flame Monster could even speak, that emotionally agitated Barbarian roared out.

"You... it's you! You poison-laying bastard Humans!"

Hearing the dialogue between the two sides, Lin Yu slightly propped himself up, putting on a weak appearance, shifting into a sitting position to watch.

If Players and NPCs were going to fight in this "combat-prohibited" place, he definitely wanted to see what would happen.

Of course, Lin Yu's sudden surge of interest definitely didn't have such a simple reason.

There was another reason because he recognized the voice of the leading Human among the later group.

"Well now, Stiller, you're doing quite well for yourself."

Watching Stiller, who clearly had the bearing of a leading big brother, Lin Yu commented with keen interest in his heart.

"Looks like Old Zheng is putting in quite the effort. I thought that brain-in-a-jar would slack off without me around!"