Once Elara was done, she subtly glanced at the comments, and I followed her gaze.

The comments were buzzing with heated discussion.

"Looks like we finally have someone smart. I remember someone from the previous batch tried the same strategy, and it almost worked."

"Why is no one trying to join King Ragnar's consorts? He's never killed one before."

"Is anyone making a group chat to share these videos? I've got tons saved, and I'm happy to trade."

I mulled over the comments. If it almost worked for someone, what exactly went wrong?

Elara's idea seemed to have a higher chance of success than the previous attempts, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this still wasn't the right path to take.

When I realized that she'd spent all her merit points on an amnesty token, ready to bet everything on it, I quickly stopped her. "Give me a little more time. Let me think this through."

Elara shook her head and pointed at the countdown timer. In the blink of an eye, only three minutes remained.

"We're running out of time, so we have to decide now." Then, turning to the rest of the class, she said, "I'll take the role of a laundry maid. Would anyone like to come with me?"

A girl in the crowd, Julianne Hayes, slowly raised her hand. "The comments said King Ragnar never killed a consort, so I'll take that role."

I shook my head at her and said, "We can't trust the comments."

She gave a bitter smile. "We don't have a choice, do we?"

While I was at a loss for an answer, a few more classmates picked their roles. In the end, six of them entered the game—three girls and three boys.

Elara and one girl became maids, while Jullianne selected the role of a newly appointed noble consort. The three boys were either chamberlains or castle guards.

With that, the game resumed.

All six of them threaded carefully, knowing that King Ragnar was paranoid. One wrong move, and he would decide they were Atoners and execute them on the spot.

As laundry maids, Elara and her partner rarely saw King Ragnar, so they could act more freely.

The downside was that their atonement score progression was painfully slow. The only slight boosts came when delivering freshly washed clothes to King Ragnar.

After spending her merit points on redeeming a consort's survival skills, Julianne occasionally sent King Ragnar confectionery and curried favor with other consorts.

Her progress was the highest among the six, recording an atonement score of 25%. King Ragnar hadn't shown the slightest suspicion toward her.

As for the three boys, they progressed faster than the maids, but their positions were so low that they had few chances to earn meaningful gains.

After three months, Julianne's atonement score reached 55%. The maids reached 27% and the boys 36%.

Everyone exhaled in relief. It seemed Elara's strategy was working steadily, though it was slower.

Even so, unease gnawed at me, so I texted her again. "Always be careful."

Three more months passed, and all their atonement scores reached over 50%. Julianne's had climbed to 72%, but it never progressed after that, just like what had happened with Isolde.

Several days later, we finally learned why her atonement score wasn't increasing. It was because she'd died five days ago.

When Julianne's corpse was sent back to our side, it was already beginning to rot.

I stared at the system in complete disbelief. "Why didn't you immediately report her death?"

The system replied in its usual cold voice, "Because she'd just died. She still had a faint breath for the last few days, so she could not be declared dead."

My eyes fell on the wounds and maggots covering her body.

She'd always been delicate, someone who whimpered over a paper cut. But now, she'd endured five full days of torture before finally dying.

I couldn't bring myself to imagine how much pain she must have suffered.

"Did King Ragnar discover that she was an Atoner?" I asked, staring at the system.

It seemed to hesitate before answering. "No. He was simply in a foul mood that day, and she happened to bring him confectionery."

I sneered mockingly. "When has King Ragnar ever been in a good mood? He kills people on a whim, so what right do you have to send innocent players to atone for him?

"People like him belong in hell. You do too, and so do all the viewers commenting in the livestream!"

The system stayed cold and indifferent, while the comments were filled with gloating remarks.

"It's the first time King Ragnar has ever killed a consort. That's a new record!"

"This is fun. I wonder how many different deaths the remaining players will unlock."

Furious, I lunged at the system's projection before someone caught me and said there were updates from Elara.

She'd been delivering King Ragnar's laundry when an assassin attacked. Throwing all caution to the wind, she rushed forward to block the attack for him, and her atonement score shot to 70%.

The knife had gone straight into her heart, but thanks to the amnesty token she'd redeemed earlier, it was equivalent to giving her a second life.

The amnesty token simulated real injuries without causing death. So after three days in bed, she barely pulled through.

King Ragnar personally visited her and asked what reward she wanted.

She dropped to her knees, and resolution gleamed in her eyes as she declared, "I-I seek no reward, only that Your Majesty avenges me."

She recited the backstory she'd prepared. Her parents were murdered by her uncle's family, who took her and her sister in only for money. He abused them and eventually sold them off. She was passed around, and by sheer luck, she landed in the palace.

King Ragnar seemed moved by her story, and her atonement score climbed to 80%. He ordered an investigation at once, and Elara's partner had redeemed merit points for lifelike decoy puppets acting as the uncle's family.

When King Ragnar returned covered in blood, her atonement score progress was at 90%.

He pulled her out of the laundry maid quarters and made her his personal maid. Not only did he teach her to read, but he also allowed her to dine privately at his table.

No one dared to make a sound. We watched the score inch from 90% to 92% to 95%, then finally to 98%.

Three months later, with a wave of his hand, he declared she would be his queen. No one dared object because anyone who tried would lose their head.

King Ragnar meticulously prepared the coronation for a full month. Throughout, Elara played the role obediently and aligned with him in every thought.

More than once, he murmured, "You were made for me."

Even the commenters were impressed.

"Is she seriously gonna be the first to clear the game?"

"Nothing's suspicious so far."

"No! I want to see all of them dead!"

At last, the coronation day arrived.

Elara sent one final message to our group chat. "Everything depends on this moment."

We held our breaths and watched as she walked toward King Ragnar on the altar, dressed in an Aethelian gown. Right now, his expression looked exceptionally gentle.

He took her hand, and the two of them stood high above the crowd like they owned the world.

Elara's atonement score began ticking upward from 98.2% to 98.5% to 99.8%…

Then, it stopped again.