novelraw Chapter 390: Who Exactly is Pretending to Be the Game?!
Chapter 390: Who Exactly is Pretending to Be the Game?!
As the chaotic rule explanations concluded, the first speaker's turn finally arrived. Everyone waited silently in their rooms, anticipating the first player's voice.
"Oh, so I was chosen first? How convenient."
After several seconds of silence, the Creator's voice slowly spoke up. Yet his following words left nearly everyone speechless.
"I have nothing much to say. I can speak complete truth—anyone analyzing the situation can assume my words are reliable."
"My room number is '7', and the character in my room is 'Martial'."
"I don't care who wants to come after me. I'm not concerned about who ultimately wins this game—I'm not here for a perfect victory."
The Creator's voice carried calm authority as he openly revealed his hand from the start! Whether it was Perfect Life or Xie Antong, all were inclined to believe he absolutely wasn't lying. The Creator disdained deception!
Yet after pausing for several seconds, his next words were truly earth-shattering.
"Additionally, I'll state this openly here."
"I am the Creator. I possess various strange, special items.""One of them allows me to mimic others' voices. That's right—one of those two game voices earlier was me."
"Did you hear that? The person claiming to be Brother Jue, the one who provoked you—that was me!"
"I'm in Room Seven. I'm not lying."
"Come at me if you dare. Try fulfilling your promise to make me die."
"I don't lie. If you're truly qualified, you should know I'm fundamentally different from these other youngsters."
"Come!"
The final word rang out like a war declaration, striking everyone's hearts with disbelief.
There's another mastermind here?
The lower-ranked players were utterly baffled. What kind of monsters were these people? Not only mimicking the game's system voice but openly admitting it—were they deliberately challenging the game's authority?!
Just what kind of situation was this...
The Creator's speech lasted only one minute. During the remaining two minutes, all rooms fell into complete silence.
Perfect Life sat in his room, fingers cracking as he clenched his fists with admiration.
What had he been playing all this time before?! Couldn't there be more high-stakes games like this?
"The world has... no shortage of heroes," he murmured.
Though the Creator's voice disappeared after his declaration, his words weighed heavily on everyone's minds. Had he truly confronted the game's rules? Could the world's third-ranked player succeed?
Those two minutes felt longer than eternity, leaving everyone restless.
In the final seconds, the Creator's voice returned.
"Disappointingly, this game's rules aren't as tough as their words suggest."
"No one came for me. I repeat—Room Seven."
"Anyone who wants to find me is welcome anytime."
With that, his time finally ended.
Xie Antong took out a pen and slowly wrote on the floor before her:
Creator —— 7 "Martial"!
This seemed basically reliable...
The game progressed rapidly. Before the shock from the Creator's revelation could fully settle, the next player's voice emerged.
Each person remained isolated in their room, the outside world obscured by mist, forced to deduce their next moves solely from others' words. Were those outside allies or enemies? There was no way to know.
Though their rooms seemed secure, exposure meant other players could invade at any moment!
What kind of hellish hide-and-seek was this?!
And the next player's voice made this already oppressive game turn even more brutal and terrifying.
"Can you hear me?" A cold female voice spoke. "I'm Chiyo Eine."
"What's your name?"
Other players: ?!
Everyone was stunned by this bizarre opening. Who was she asking? Shouldn't she explain her current situation first?
But soon, realization dawned.
—Had she already made her move?
Had she already invaded someone else's room?!
With three world-ranked experts and the game system itself—four entities stronger than her—she just randomly chose a target?
How ruthless...
Yet they soon learned she was even more merciless than imagined.
"I-I'm Xue Yue," another voice answered, trembling with palpable fear.
"Good," Chiyo Eine replied simply.
Then Xue Yue's agonized screams echoed through every player's room.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
The piercing cries made everyone wince.
The horrific shrieking cut off abruptly. Seconds later, Chiyo Eine's voice returned.
"Xue Yue is dead."
"Apologies. Some people might not understand subtlety, so I'll be blunt."
"I don't have those men's moral constraints. Call me a bully if you want—that's exactly what I am."
"Earlier game rules stated you must provide at least one truthful detail about your room number or character."
"Whether that rule came from the game or the Creator's lies doesn't matter—you'll obey because none of you dare risk that fifty-fifty chance."
"So players ranked below me: you're my targets. I'll harvest you. Don't believe me? Go ahead and gamble. Lose, and you'll be the next Xue Yue."
Chiyo Eine's voice was icily emotionless, like some heartless specter.
As her voice faded, silence reclaimed the rooms.
This was pure psychological warfare. Now lower-ranked players wouldn't dare gamble, meaning room numbers and "Civil/Martial" characters could be mostly verified.
And "confirmed false information" itself held strategic value!
In her room, Chiyo Eine's gaze slowly lowered to the figure on the floor.
Xue Yue's thigh gushed blood where a black spike had impaled it—painful but non-fatal.
Trembling, he clutched his mouth, eyes wide with terror, not daring to make a sound.
The corners of Chiyo Eine's lips curled up as she placed a slender finger against her own lips.
"Shhh~"
"Make noise, and you really will die."