novelraw Chapter 115 : Game Over
Chapter 115 : Game Over
Chapter 115: Game Over
Ding!
A crisp metallic collision rang out, like a clap of thunder.
That silver coin was flicked high into the air.
It spun.
It tumbled.
Under the dim sky, it flashed with silvery-white light.
Like a miniature star.
Everyone’s gaze was locked tightly onto that coin.
That was the boundary between life and death.
That was the finish line between victory and defeat.
Spinning.
Spinning.
Spinning.
Time seemed to be stretched infinitely.
Every second felt as long as a century.
Chen Mo looked at that coin. In his eyes there was no fear, only absolute calm.
He was not looking at the coin.
He was looking at Sakamoto Ryuji’s hand.
At the instant the coin was thrown.
He moved as well.
Drew the gun.
Chambered a round.
Aimed.
The movements flowed like running water, fast as lightning.
“I said it.”
“Gambler……”
“Must lose!”
Bang!
The gunshot rang out.
But this shot was not fired at Sakamoto Ryuji.
It was fired at……the spinning coin in midair!
Clang!
The bullet struck the coin.
Sparks flew everywhere.
That silver coin bearing life and death flipped violently in the air.
Then, its spinning trajectory was completely disrupted.
Like a silver butterfly with broken wings, it fell helplessly.
Everyone’s line of sight followed the coin downward.
Pa-ta.
The coin landed on a scorched slab of concrete.
It bounced twice.
Spun a few circles.
Finally, it came to a complete stop.
The obverse, bearing the statue of the goddess of luck, was pressed underneath.
Facing up was the reverse.
A withered chrysanthemum pattern.
……
Dead silence.
Above the ruins, only the wailing sound of wind passing through steel rebars remained.
And on the charred rubble, the coin lay there quietly.
Reverse side up.
Sakamoto Ryuji froze.
The smile on his face stiffened.
He widened his eyes, staring at the coin in disbelief.
Reverse.
It was actually the reverse.
He stared blankly at the coin on the ground.
In those eyes that were always filled with mockery and madness, an emotion called “bewilderment” appeared for the first time.
“Re……verse?”
He murmured.
He lost.
“Why……”
He raised his head and looked toward the sky.
There were no gods there, only heavy radiation clouds.
“My luck……has it run out?”
Surviving a nuclear blast, harvesting in chaotic battles.
He had overdrawn a lifetime’s worth of luck, just to live until this moment.
When all good fortune had been exhausted, what remained was absolute misfortune.
“This……this is impossible……”
Sakamoto Ryuji muttered, reaching out to pick up the coin.
However.
A streak of silver cold light suddenly slashed past his eyes.
Tsuchimikado Rin’s miko blade had been drawn at some unknown moment.
“It’s over.”
Tsuchimikado Rin’s voice was cold as frost.
Clang—!
A flash of blade light.
Pshhk.
The sound of steel cutting into flesh was exceptionally clear in the silence.
Sakamoto Ryuji’s body stiffened violently.
He felt a chilling cold spread from his throat.
Then a thin line of blood appeared across Sakamoto Ryuji’s neck.
Blood sprayed from his throat, dyeing the scorched earth beneath his feet red.
“Gambler……”
Sakamoto Ryuji fell to the ground, looking at the dim sky, and revealed a relieved smile.
That smile was no longer rampant, no longer mocking.
Instead, it carried a kind of relief that came from seeing through everything.
“In the end……you lose at the gambling table……”
“Cough cough……”
He struggled to turn his head and looked at Chen Mo.
“You were right……”
His voice grew weaker and weaker, like a dying candle in the wind.
“A gambler……as long as he doesn’t leave the table……”
“Sooner or later……will lose……”
“Even if he won ninety-nine times……”
“If this last time he lost……then he lost everything……”
He slowly slid down and sat on the ground.
His voice grew weaker and weaker, until it finally fell into silence.
His vision began to blur.
The world before his eyes was rapidly turning black.
But he still struggled to stretch out his hand, trying to reach for the coin on the ground.
That was his stake.
It was the entire meaning of his life.
His fingertips touched the icy metal.
“Next life……”
“I won’t gamble anymore……”
His hand drooped powerlessly.
That silver coin lay quietly beside his fingertips.
Still with the reverse facing up.
As if it were the most ironic footnote to this 【Gambler】’s entire life.
【Player 【Miko】 killed Player 【Gambler】】
【Current remaining players: 2】
……
Chen Mo lowered the gun in his hand.
He looked at Sakamoto Ryuji’s corpse, and there was no joy of victory in his heart.
Only a deep exhaustion.
This absurd game.
This gamble that used life as its stake.
At last, it was over.
Tsuchimikado Rin flicked away the blood droplets on her blade and sheathed the sword.
“We……won?”
Her voice sounded somewhat unreal.
After experiencing nuclear explosions, betrayal, and slaughter.
On this devastated wasteland, the ones who stood to the end were unexpectedly the two of them.
“Mm.”
Chen Mo nodded.
“We won.”
As soon as the words fell, along with Sakamoto Ryuji’s death.
That familiar and cold voice exploded thunderously in their minds.
【Game Over】
【Winners: 【Judicator】 Chen Mo, 【Miko】 Tsuchimikado Rin】
【Congratulations to the 【Shadow】 faction for obtaining final victory】
【Congratulations to the faction of Player 【Judicator】 for obtaining victory】
【Congratulations to the faction of Player 【Miko】 for obtaining victory】
【Calculating game rewards……】
……
Chen Mo and Tsuchimikado Rin looked at each other.
Both of them revealed smiles of survival after catastrophe.
They won.
In this cruel “Game of Gods,” they survived.
Above the ruins.
The wind gently blew.
Blowing away the dust filling the sky.
And also blowing away all the grudges and entanglements among the players.
Only Chen Mo and Tsuchimikado Rin remained, standing side by side.
They looked into the distance, watching that blood-red setting sun slowly sink.
“It’s over.”
Chen Mo said softly.
“No.”
Tsuchimikado Rin shook her head.
Then, Tsuchimikado Rin glanced at the ruins they were standing in.
The scorched earth, the collapsed Tokyo Tower, and the corpses scattered everywhere.
Asahara Shoko, Gang Tianmeng, Sakamoto Ryuji, Hattori Heizo……
These Transcendents who were once unrivaled had now all turned to dust.
And this city, this country, had also paid a painful price.
“Everything has only just begun.”
……
Inside Yun Ge’s apartment.
At this moment, all the light screens belonging to the Neon Metropolis went dark.
The room returned to silence.
Yun Ge sat on the sofa, looking at the empty wall before him, and did not speak for a long time.
After a long while, he slowly let out a breath of turbid air.
“It really is……leaving one wanting more.”
He stood up and walked to the window.
Outside the window was the tranquil night view of Jiang City.
Streams of traffic, neon lights flashing.
“That’s true.”
Yun Ge’s fingers lightly traced across the glass.
In his eyes, an even more frenzied light flickered.
“The Game of Gods has only just begun.”
“There are more stages, more actors, waiting for me.”
“Next time……”
“We’ll play something even bigger.”
He turned around and walked toward the depths of darkness.
Only that unfinished glass of red wine on the table shimmered with a crimson sheen.
Like the blood of this world, never running dry.