Over the next three days, I relied on the precise schedule provided by the scrolling comments and began my "poaching operation".

On Tuesday afternoon, Stacy had arranged to meet her second target—the number one assassin in the entire server of "Galaxy Rim," whose in-game ID was "Shadowfang".

I changed into a sleek black, form-fitting outfit and arrived at Velvet Club half an hour early.

Shadowfang was a rebellious young man with silver hair, carrying a wild and untamed aura in real life. When he stepped up to the booth and saw my face, the admiration in his eyes gave him away completely, and his pace visibly faltered.

I idly swirled the cocktail in my hand and said, "When do you plan to return the ten thousand gold coins you owe me from our last open-world PvP?"

That one sentence, known only to the two of us in-game, was enough to strip away all of his defenses.

The unruly top-tier assassin's ears turned red almost instantly, and he stammered as he called me "Moonwalker".

As we were chatting, the lounge door opened, and Stacy rushed in, panting heavily. She had deliberately chosen a soft, floral dress with a pure, alluring look, ready to secure her second target.

Yet the moment her gaze fell on me, seated across from Shadowfang, smiling lightly, she felt as though she had been struck by lightning and came to a complete stop.

Yesterday it was Lewis. Today it was Shadowfang.

Only then did she realize I had not been passing by by coincidence. I had been deliberately and systematically cutting into her pool of targets.

Stacy trembled with rage. Her eyes turned red almost instantly as her nails dug deep into her palms.

She glanced at Shadowfang, who was behaving attentively and cooperatively toward me.

She lacked even the courage to step forward and confront us. Instead, she turned and fled in a panic.

On Wednesday night, Stacy arranged to meet her third target—the number one healer on the server, with the in-game ID "Reviver".

I arrived early at an upscale restaurant, dressed in an elegant gown.

Reviver was a polite-looking man with gold-rimmed glasses, whose calm exterior concealed a scheming nature underneath.

I only said, "You made a positioning mistake in the dungeon last time and nearly wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology."

That was enough to make him personally cut my steak and pour my red wine.

By the time Stacy arrived after carefully dressing up, she saw Reviver and me in the middle of an animated conversation.

She was close to losing her sanity.

"It is over. All of Stacy's targets have been taken by that villainess."

"Stacy is so angry that she has already smashed three cups in the dorm."

"The villainess is too cunning. She used the information gap to intercept them early."

"Stacy, stay calm. Bring all four of them together and confront her face-to-face."

"Exactly. Expose the villainess as an account thief."

I watched the flood of comments racing wildly across my vision. The smile at the corner of my lips deepened.

It seemed she had finally lost her composure and decided to make a desperate move. As expected, I received a message from Stacy on Friday night.

"I've booked a private room at Paradise Hotel. All four of them will be there. Do you dare come and face them?"

I nearly laughed out loud after reading it.

If Stacy was trying to flip the accusation onto me and gather all four targets for a public confrontation, she was truly asking for trouble.

At 8:00 pm that day, I walked toward the VIP private room at Paradise Hotel in my heels and pushed the door open.

The atmosphere inside the private room was extremely strange.

Stacy sat in the main seat, wearing a delicate white dress. Her eyes were red and swollen, making her look undeniably pitiful.

Around her sat four top-tier big shots, including Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver.

In the center, a man idly twirled a lighter. He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server.

As soon as she noticed me enter, Stacy sprang up from her seat. She pointed straight at me and cried out in injustice, "Heather! You shameless account thief, you finally dared to show up!"

The room fell into immediate silence. All four men turned their attention to me at once. Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver also rose to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves as though to protect me.

Upon seeing this, Stacy's tears spilled over like broken pearls.

"Lewis, Shadowfang, Reviver, don't believe her! She's not Moonwalker at all. She's my roommate. With the backing of her wealthy family, she took my max-level account by force, stole my private photos, and impersonated me when she met you!"

Stacy slammed her old, worn-out laptop heavily onto the table.

On the screen, the game login interface was still lit.

"This computer is solid proof! The account login credentials have always been saved on my computer! She can't even understand basic dungeon mechanics, so how could she possibly be the number one player on the server?"

Her tearful accusations brought the room to an icy standstill.

Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver went still, looking between Stacy and me.

Cyrus, who had never met me before, frowned as well.

"Stacy's so brave! She's finally confronting her head-on!"

"Exactly. Heather just showed up and tried to take over. Who can prove she's the real account owner?"

"Stacy has the login credentials. This fake is about to be exposed!"

"Lewis, hurry up and kick this vicious impostor out!"

I watched Stacy's self-righteous, indignant act and almost felt like applauding her performance.

I made my way to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down leisurely. "Stacy, you claim the account is yours, and the photos are yours. Why don't you explain that to everyone here?"

I let out a cold laugh and fixed her with a sharp look. "If the photos are really yours, then why were you wearing my custom designer dress? And if the account belongs to you, do you dare open the real-name verification system and scan your face right here?"