novelraw Chapter 668: High-Level Game, Why Not End in Ten Days?
Chapter 668: High-Level Game, Why Not End in Ten Days?
Everyone looked at each other, as if trying to locate the source of the voice, but in the end, they all slowly raised their heads and looked up at a pink point of light in the sky.
That thing was just a shining speck of light with no physical form at all. At first, people wouldn't feel anything particular about it;
they might even purely wonder if it was just a reflection on their retina.
But after searching for a long time, they discovered that the one who had been chattering non-stop was such an abstract thing.
Arbitrator...
It sounded rather ordinary, especially in a setting like CHOSEN’S PARADISE! where gods of this and that were commonplace.
[Ah, you all might not know me, and might even think my title is quite ordinary.]
[But I want to say, my coming to host this game is absolutely a good thing!]
[Also, I have met our Mr. "Sin" before, right? Hehehe...]
As His words fell, seven pairs of eyes instantly focused on "Sin," gazing at that dark green mask.
"Arbi...trator..."Sloth's voice sounded like a sloth's, slowly and sluggishly emerging from beneath the mask.
[Hey! It's me. Looks like you still have some impression...]
"Who... is it?"
Finally, he completed a full sentence, making the atmosphere turn exceptionally cold.
If there could be a comic-style transition animation right now, a flock of crows should be flying across the sky.
[Arbitrator: ...]
The Arbitrator also fell silent for a few seconds before continuing:
[Have you forgotten? It was before...]
Before He could finish, the dark green-masked Sloth suddenly lowered his head, falling asleep as if dead!
Arbitrator: ?
This time, the scene fell into complete silence.
[Haha... a bit awkward.]
"You saying that just makes you feel even more like a clown."
At that moment, another voice came from one direction of the round table. It was the voice of Perfect Life;
he had also entered this game.
"Let's get down to business. The specific game rules for this so-called Seven Days' End."
Perfect Life went straight to the point, looking at the "Arbitrator" in the sky with a vigilant gaze.
[Ah, alright, Mr. Perfect Life, so direct.]
[However, I think you completely don't need to look at me with that kind of gaze. I roughly understand what you mean.]
[Is it because in previous games, you've seen too many "referees" like me who actually end up joining the competition, making you feel wary?]
[Haha, but now, you don't need to worry about that at all!]
[Because I am the Arbitrator! The most impartial, most selfless existence in this universe! I am truly just here to officiate this game.]
Although He had no external form, hearing these words, an exceptionally narcissistic image vividly materialized in everyone's minds.
And right at this moment, Xie Antong, also one of the eight at the round table, spoke up:
"Is that so? But how come I remember there is a God of [Justice] in this game."
"Are you more just than Him?"
The Arbitrator fell silent once again. Even He Himself was somewhat unclear how many times He had been interrupted now.
[Ah, high-level game players are really hard to please.]
[Miss Blank, what do you think if I say I might actually be a bit more just?]
Xie Antong slowly narrowed her eyes, pondering the meaning behind those words.
"Seven Days' End? Why not five days or ten days?"
At the same time, another rough voice rang out. Sun's tall figure had his arms crossed, leaning back against his chair.
Compared to the questions from Perfect Life and Xie Antong just now, his question seemed exceptionally "intelligent."
[Hmm, that's a question I never thought of. Actually, Contestant Sun, you don't have to ask if you have no questions.]
[Why seven days? Because five is no good, and ten days has already been written by someone else.]
Sun frowned. What kind of nonsense was that.
[Alright, if there are no other questions, then good, we will announce the game rules and begin preparing for the game!]
As He spoke, the Arbitrator swayed in the air. A rustling sound appeared in the surrounding sky. Eight indistinct, faceless phantoms appeared above everyone's heads.
[The game lasts seven days. Of course, I mean seven days in game time.]
[Among you players, there are troublemakers numbering no more than one-fourth of the total. What they need to do is make the daytime games fail.]
[After each daytime game concludes, you will hold a round of voting. Of course, the person voted out won't be directly eliminated, only "marked."]
Then, the eight phantoms in the sky flickered slightly, drawing everyone's gaze. The eight figures in the sky and the eight on the ground observed each other.
[And after the daytime ends, night will fall. You players cannot take active actions during the night;
you can only remain in your respective "rooms."]
[At night, you can only have your "companions" act. The companions of the troublemakers can act freely, doing anything they want.]
[The companions of the normal players can only attempt to kill those who were voted out during the day! Of course, they can also choose not to kill.]
[The victory condition for the players is: all troublemakers are killed, or they clear more than five of the seven daytime games.]
[Conversely, the troublemakers win.]
[Did I make myself clear?]
His words finished, the Arbitrator fell silent, allowing everyone to slowly digest the game's content in their minds.
More cerebral personnel like Xie Antong and Perfect Life were frowning, calculating the strength comparison between the two sides.
It felt like something was off somewhere, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it.
Within these not-so-complex rules, there was an overall sense of unnaturalness.
......
"That's it?" Suddenly, Sun's very disdainful voice sounded once again.
"Listening for so long, I feel these rules are kinda trash."
"What are those eight birdmen up there? Why can only they act during the night, the part where you kill people? How the hell are we supposed to play? What if all eight of them together can't beat the target?"
"Can't we take action ourselves at night?"
Although Sun's words sounded stupid, this time the other players around were all listening silently.
Handing over this most crucial "killing" phase to a bunch of so-called unseen companions felt rather meaningless. It was the most bizarre aspect of this game.
And after Sun finished speaking, he very smoothly received the hostile gazes of all eight figures.
A lesson on how to offend all possible future companions with one sentence.
[Sigh, are you questioning the game's design as unreasonable?]
[It's not. Everything is perfectly reasonable.]
[Also, don't underestimate them. These eight individuals, each one is... the strongest of a world!]