Global Collapse

Chapter 893, write it quickly!
One of the players in the group couldn't figure out what to do and moved their pieces away from the treasure chest square.

The pieces in the group were also stuck in place, not moving an inch, as if they were used to a good life and wanted to suffer a little.

This group puzzled Anzhi Tinglan from the very beginning. At first, she only thought that the two chess pieces were not easy to deal with. After experiencing the rebirth of the second group, she felt that the chess players of the first group were even more terrifying than their chess pieces.

Now she really doesn't understand the group's behavior anymore.

"The player clearly knows the location of the treasure chest, yet they make the piece move in the opposite direction. Is there some grudge between the player and the piece, or are they enemies? Is that why they don't move the piece directly towards the treasure chest, but instead try to eliminate the piece using the squares in the dungeon?"

Anzhi Tinglan analyzed it in her mind.

Thinking about it, she glanced down at her junior sister's corpse at her feet, wondering if the fact that the chess piece was still alive could affect the safety of a group of players.

However, judging from the amazing performance of those two pieces in the previous group, Anzhitinglan felt that even if the group of players sent the two pieces into a shared death square, they might not necessarily die.

Who exactly is this group...?

Anzhi Tinglan recalled a name. She had seen a group like the one in the current instance who were unrestrained, but the person in her memory had not yet reached the point of being so carefree and directly ignoring and violating the rules of the instance.

She found the copy to be utterly ridiculous.

Having schemed and plotted, he pushed both of his pieces to their deaths in order to ensure his own safety.

The other group, however, doesn't need to worry about any of this. Even if all three members of that group are blindfolded, with one giving random instructions and the other two running around aimlessly, they won't encounter any danger.

From birth until now, Anzhi Tinglan has never felt that fate is so unfair.

As a child, she was smart and quiet, the kind of child parents always talked about. Whether it was academic performance or other aspects, she was far ahead of her peers.

After the global game began, she quickly adapted to the new world. Unlike others, she felt that this new world suited her better, and that this was the place where she should live.

She became the leader of a squad—although she didn't like people with big bags around her, familiar and selected teammates were always easier to use than randomly matched strangers when entering a dungeon.

God knows how stupid those matched strangers might be. When Anzhi Tinglan was fighting alone before, she was tricked by low-IQ strangers more than once.

But teammates you like can also bring concerns, just like now.

After she went outside, she had to explain the cause of death of Master Guo and her junior sister to the people outside, but she couldn't tell them the truth.

She understood that as the team leader, she needed to be resourceful and decisive, but also had to balance "great love" and "kindness."

If everyone discovers that their captain is someone who would push people to their deaths at any time, then her trusted companions will leave her out of fear, and she will have no choice but to join random dungeons with strangers.

Therefore, in front of her teammates, she always had to be understanding and feel pain for the dead.

After getting out, I'll have to grieve for two days and fabricate two false, but legitimate, causes of death.

"How ridiculous!" she laughed, staring at her junior sister, whom she had killed, lying on the ground.

Anzhi Tinglan began to focus intently on the chessboard, watching the path her group took. She was used to fabricating lies based on the truth, which made them less likely to be exposed and easier to believe.

"First comes the exhausting steps, then the traps..." Anzhi Tinglan watched the path Guo Daxia had taken on the chessboard.

Upon seeing this, she suddenly realized something and her eyes widened: "Wait, something's not right."

She stared at the cumbersome grid right above her starting room, a sense of utter confusion rising within her.

She realized that this square contradicted one of the rules in the copy, but the pieces that had previously been in the square were not penalized for that contradictory rule.

Realizing this, Anzhi Tinglan suddenly looked at the group of pieces that were still in the previous round's squares.

"So that's how it is... It's because a group of pieces also realized this paradox, and realized that no one was punished for it, so they were willing to break the rules to figure out what was going on. However, the piece from group four had stayed in the Haole grid before, and he was also an experiencer of this paradox. It's possible that he discovered something and informed group one of the pieces, which is why group one of the pieces did the same thing... Why, why didn't I think of the conflict with the rules when the Haole grid first appeared? Normally, I shouldn't have overlooked this point..." Anzhi Tinglan always felt that if a group of pieces were really allowed to stay in a grid for a full ten minutes, something big might happen.

And now, ten minutes are not far off.

She has already skipped her own choice in this round; now it's the turn of Group Four to make the decision.

I wonder if Group Four is also observing Group One's unmoved piece, and they haven't made a decision yet.

"The treasure chest is in the bottom right corner! The treasure chest is in the bottom right corner! Hurry up and get it, why are you getting further and further away!" In the second starting room, Passerby A was frantically muttering to himself as he looked at the chessboard.

After realizing that his group had no chance of reaching the treasure chest before death, Passerby A also broke down.

But he soon had hope, because the world's best told him that even if their group couldn't get the treasure chest, as long as other groups could get the treasure chest before the end of the sixteenth round, the dungeon would still end, and as long as the dungeon ended within sixteen rounds, they wouldn't die.

When I realized this, the two pieces in a group were very close to the treasure chest. At that time, all the player in that group had to do was move the pieces down two spaces and then to the right to reach the treasure chest.

He confidently told Passerby A that the group of chess players had figured out the location of the treasure chest square, and that the opponent would definitely move their pieces to the treasure chest square.

But for some reason, in the next round, instead of moving the pieces towards the treasure chest, he sent them to a direction even further away from it.

Even the most awesome person in the world is going crazy.

"Is the group of players planning to kill us first before letting their pieces go for the treasure chest?" He watched as the group of pieces got further and further away from the treasure chest, and he was starting to lose control of his emotions. He didn't bother to analyze why one of the pieces in the group was not moving; he just stared intently at the starting room, as if he could see through the group of players' thoughts just by staring at it.

It's round thirteen now, and Group 1 isn't letting its pieces go for the treasure chest at all. Knowing that I can't rely on Group 1, I had to turn my attention to Group 4, thinking, what if Group 4's pieces move towards the treasure chest?
However, none of the four sets of pieces made a move.

After waiting for a long time, he finally saw the four sets of chess pieces begin to move slowly, following the pieces of the first set to the left.

Both groups are getting further and further away from the treasure chest.

At this point, "I'm the best in the world" couldn't hold back any longer. He vented his emotions in the room, cursing the first and fourth groups of chess players mercilessly. He used every insult he could think of on them.

Just as he was cursing, everything suddenly went completely dark.

"What's wrong!" came a panicked voice from the darkness.

If it weren't for the random passerby making a sound, I, the world's best, would have thought that the game had preemptively punished and killed them.

The power went out? This was my first reaction after realizing I was still alive.

But there seemed to be no concept of electricity in this instance. Their room was always brightly lit without any electric lights. He didn't know where the light came from, nor did he care to investigate.

The only electronic device in the room was the chessboard display screen in the center, but that screen was no longer lit.

The player, who was considered the best in the world, stumbled a few steps and tried to open their inventory to get a flashlight for illumination. Most players had this item in their inventory, since darkness was the norm in the horror dungeon.

But he soon discovered that he couldn't open his inventory.

"what happened!"

Just then, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook violently, and he was jolted to the ground, feeling a pushing force from below, as if the ground was pushing him upwards.

"What on earth happened?!" A passerby's despairing roar echoed from the darkness.

Amid the tremors, the world's most powerful man felt something gurgling and rolling towards him. He reached out and touched a cold hand.

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