It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xiao Huai stood quietly in a corner of the classroom, watching those humanoids with huge eyes walk up to Li Qinghe and the head teacher and hand them a black card with the words "Death Game" printed on it.

The humanoid said expressionlessly, "I look forward to your fight tonight."

His voice was cold and emotionless.

Then, the pair of overly large eyes narrowed slightly, as if looking at them.

Li Qinghe took the card with a calm look.

A look of horror flashed across the head teacher's face, and he took the card with trembling hands.

As their vision shifted, Xiao Huai and Lu Qian saw more than just the death game going on on campus.

In schools, in society, and everywhere else, as long as there are those big-eyed people, there are death games.

This is the rule.

People fight and hurt each other just to get high ratings.

This is a fatal evaluation.

Fighting is seen as a symbol of social success.

The winners of the death game not only gain temporary freedom, but also increase their social scores through each high score they obtain. The higher the score, the more recognized their abilities and values ​​are in society.

The scores can even determine whether they can get a better life, job, or even a superior status compared to ordinary people.

This is an endless cycle of violence, and those humanoids are the judges and controllers of the game.

They hold games regularly and no one can escape the invitation to these games.

Half of the people in real society are actually these big-eyed aliens. They lurk among humans and manipulate the order of this death game like spectators.

When Lu Qian saw this, he couldn't help but sigh, "This is exactly what "Dead Rating" should be like."

Both Xiao Huai and Lu Qian knew that the distortion of this society was the difficulty of the game.

The reason why Li Qinghe did not delete or edit the rules of the death game was simple.

His ability has limitations.

As for the specific restrictions, I'm afraid only he himself knows.

Xiao Huai watched all this happen quietly. He still remembered Li Qinghe's state in his dream.

And everything you see on the real first floor.

"We failed... They're going to kill us all... Don't trust anyone, especially..."

Who exactly is the person referred to in the last sentence?

Xiao Huai stared at Li Qinghe's back. What they saw now was Li Qinghe participating in the death game.

The Li Qinghe in front of him was very skilled, his moves were swift and fierce, and he beat his opponents one by one until they were almost dead.

Blood spread out, but Li Qinghe's face remained calm.

Xiao Huai knew that this man was not a holy father.

In this horror game, so-called kindness and compassion are nothing but the best disguise.

People are always willing to believe those who appear gentle and harmless on the surface, and Li Qinghe is the best example of disguise.

There is no way the Holy Father and the Holy Mother can survive in the game.

Everything has benefits and purposes.

Xiao Huai finally said softly, "The five-star review was created by you in order to delete the death game, right?"

The moment the words fell, the whole world seemed to pause.

At that moment, Li Qinghe put down the blood-stained dagger, and the crisp sound of metal echoed.

He turned his head, his dark brown eyes met Xiao Huai's red eyes, their gazes intertwined, as if at this moment, the whole world was left with only the two of them.

"Everything has a cause and an effect. There is a price to pay for everything." Li Qinghe spoke slowly, blood dripping from his fingertips, staining the ground red.

Everything he did was part of the plan.

Lu Qian nervously tugged at the corner of Xiao Huai's clothes and whispered, "Hey, Xiao Huai, there's something wrong with Li Qinghe."

The causal camera allows both of them to see some of the deceased's memories before his death, but Li Qinghe now seems to be still alive, and it seems more like he is talking to Xiao Huai.

Li Qinghe's gaze was still fixed on Xiao Huai. He spoke softly, as if answering Xiao Huai's inner doubts: "Rules and strange things are order. As long as there are rules, life is like a butterfly's wings that can be plucked at any time."

He turned his head completely and really looked into Xiao Huai's eyes, and even walked towards Xiao Huai.

"Here, death is everywhere. The only rule of life is the brutal survival of the strong. Don't you think five-star reviews are a means of maintaining order?"

"you"

After hearing this question, Lu Qian got goosebumps. He was right. Li Qinghe was an exception. He was able to maintain consciousness and let them see those memories, and even talk to them.

This is simply like a wisp of divine consciousness left behind by a god.

Li Qinghe stood in front of Xiao Huai, the coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated. "Someone told me that when the darkest moment comes, a miracle may come."

He looked up at the distant sky and said in a low voice, "I believe in him, but I can't be like him. There are no miracles in my world."

Li Qinghe smiled calmly and crossed out another rule. "I just followed the principle of cause and effect."

"And the cause and effect of that time was my fate."

When Xiao Huai heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Li Qinghe's supernatural power is like a butterfly flapping its wings, and a tiny movement can trigger a storm in the distance.

Every change in the rules is like throwing a stone into a lake, causing ripples to spread continuously and affect more invisible aspects.

Every time a rule is crossed out, a new price must be added.

Even if he can control the changes in the rules, the cost is still unavoidable.

Butterfly effect - any small change can bring unpredictable consequences.

Li Qinghe may be able to manipulate the rules, but the accumulation of each cost will eventually backfire on him.

After a long time, Xiao Huai asked softly, "Will this chaos lead to an even greater chaos?"

Li Qinghe was silent for a moment, his eyes deep, as if looking through Xiao Huai into the more distant past.

He shook his head. "No, I won't."

The world around me was quietly crumbling, like a silent dream gradually fading away.

Li Qinghe stretched out his hand, and a piece of gray stone that seemed to come from the other side quietly fell into his palm.

That tiny stone, like broken time, hides the truth of the world.

His voice drifted away in the fading nothingness, his words like the sigh of fate:

"No...that's because you're here."

Li Qinghe placed the gray stone piece on Xiao Huai's palm.

At the moment when his fingertips and palms touched, Xiao Huai heard Li Qinghe's voice disappearing like the wind.

"I have followed you all my life, and I have never regretted it. Your loss of memory may be destiny's will... Qinghe, although I only got this piece, I hope that in the future, you will get what you wish for."