Trickster couldn’t hide his shock.
‘Impossible. How the hell…!’
Frankly, it was enough to make him go mad with astonishment.
The Mirror-Illusion Labyrinth.
It was a maze that learned the “memories” of whatever stepped into the trap.
Because it reproduced the five senses from one’s memories exactly, distinguishing real from fake was impossible.
Reality Forgery—the final, perfected trap of manipulation and brainwashing that Trickster, who possessed that ability, could deploy.
There was a reason for his overconfidence.
It was a sure-win trap that not even the strongest enemies had escaped… until now.
“Where do you think you’re going.”
Trickster’s attempt to manipulate space was nullified in an instant.
Jioh sneered, cold.
“You still haven’t figured out who has dominion over this space?”
“…I-If you kill me here, you’ll be the one to regret it!”
Shards of mirror bit into flesh.
He barely managed to open his mouth, but Trickster couldn’t hide his fear.
Gyeon Jioh echoed him. Regret?
Her face wasn’t merely calm; it verged on bored.
“Me?”
“Aaaargh!”
Trickster hunched up, trembling.
A blade slashed at a speed he couldn’t see. His whole face burned, as if…