Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

"Strength standard?"

As a "new player" who had just experienced the game once, Lin Yu was naturally a little confused.

But he still made a tentative guess based on his experience from his only game.

"Uh, professional intensity?"

"That's relevant... But for most people, class strength is only a small part—after all, class strength varies from dungeon to dungeon, and it's not absolute."

The middle-aged man shook his finger.

Lin Yu thought about it and made another "guess".

"Could it be 'number of completed game copies'?"

Lin Yu pondered and guessed.

"That's not entirely wrong, but... this isn't a hard and fast indicator. Many people who've cleared seven or eight dungeons might not be able to outperform a super-powerful newcomer who's cleared two."

The middle-aged man touched his chin, and the gold-plated watch with diamonds on his wrist made Lin Yu feel dizzy.

"For a newcomer like you, there's actually only one 'metric' to measure - the number of props."

The middle-aged man said this and looked at Lin Yu.

"Young man, that 'gun' in your hand must be an item... You're lucky to have received such a powerful item as a reward in your first dungeon. Of course, I'm afraid your strength is even greater."

As the middle-aged man spoke, Lin Yu nodded slightly and did not deny it.

He had a vague guess in his mind.

"So, these 'props' can be traded between players, right?"

"The gathering is where players trade these items with each other?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Newcomer, you're really perceptive. You understood it right away!"

"Yes... This is Jiangcheng's largest and most reliable 'offline gathering point'. All Jiangcheng's Death Game players will exchange tradable items in the game here."

The middle-aged man said this, and Lin Yu pondered for a moment: "Is the transaction done with 'money'?"

"It's very free... I can use real-world money if I want. After all, there are always people who are strong in the 'Death Game' but have unhappy lives in real life... So it's inevitable that they want to use this game to change their lives."

"But in most cases, people still prefer to trade with 'forum points'!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, Lin Yu frowned.

"Forum points? That forum... isn't it just a place where everyone discusses strategy?"

As Lin Yu spoke, the middle-aged man laughed.

"You really are a newbie who knows nothing... How about this, add me on WeChat and I'll send you to the forum."

He took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from his trouser pocket. It was a series of elderly phones mainly sold in flower-themed areas.

He opened WeChat and Lin Yu scanned his code.

The middle-aged uncle’s WeChat name is “和氣生财” (Harmony Brings Wealth), and his avatar is a statue of a simple-minded golden toad – which surprisingly bears some resemblance to him.

"Okay, young man, I've sent you the installation package. Once you've installed it, please fill in my WeChat ID as the inviter. Then go back to the forum and check it out for yourself!"

"The rally is the day after tomorrow, so don't stand around here—if someone sees you talking to me, you might get into trouble."

As the middle-aged man spoke, Lin Yu looked at him in surprise.

"Brother 'Harmony Brings Wealth', do you have many enemies?"

The middle-aged man laughed.

"If you go through a few more dungeons, you'll have enemies too... Why, didn't you meet anyone you made enemies with in the rookie dungeons?"

"There are no brothers at the gambling table. In this game where 'life' is the stake, it's too easy for people to hold grudges against each other."

Lin Yu nodded silently.

In his mind, he recalled the faces of Yu Longguo, Yao Zhengye, Bao Liu, Xu Xiumei... and Xia Yue.

I have to say, if any of these people survived, they would probably hate him to the core and would never stop fighting until he died.

Especially those two guys Yu Longguo and Xia Yue...

It’s really tricky to think about.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu decided to speak again.

"Brother Harmony Brings Wealth, people who die in the game... shouldn't be able to be resurrected, right?"

"Of course, the 'Death Game' is your last chance... so, you must cherish it. I really believe in 'fate'. The fact that you're here and see me today is also a kind of fate."

The uncle who said "Harmony brings wealth" patted Lin Yu's shoulder.

"I hope I can see you at the rally the day after tomorrow and next week!"

"I hope so too!"

Lin Yu said this and turned to say goodbye to the middle-aged man.

Then he came to the intersection, got on his bicycle, and quickly returned home.

By this time, it was already deep night and everything was silent.

But after opening the door, Lin Yu suddenly saw a figure rushing towards him in the darkness.

"what's the situation?!"

Could it be the mysterious school girl from before?

No, the height is not the same, could it be her accomplice?!

Or is he the enemy of that middle-aged man?

Or maybe just other players!

Lin Yu was horrified and immediately reached out to summon a prop pistol and pressed it against the abdomen of the figure rushing towards him!

But the next moment, a familiar smell of shampoo entered my nose.

Then came a sharp pain in the ear.

"Ouch! It hurts!"

Lin Yu screamed.

"Snapped!"

The girl who was pulling Lin Yu's ear turned on the light in the living room with a very unfriendly look on her face.

"Xiao Yu, you've really made it big... You didn't come back until after eleven for two days in a row!"

The round-faced girl with short hair and loose home clothes asked in a stern voice.

Lin Yu raised his hands and begged for mercy: "Sister, please forgive me, I was rehearsing yesterday and having dinner today..."

The girl in front of him was Lin Yu's only nemesis - his sister Lin Zhao.

Although she is only five years older than Lin Yu, her parents disappeared when the siblings were young.

Over the years, Lin Zhao started out working part-time to support her studies, and later dropped out of school to open a shop to earn money to support Lin Yu's schooling. She is almost the same as Lin Yu's mother.

Although Lin Yu doesn't care about anyone, he is only worried about his sister.

"Bullshit! I just ran into your club president at the store. She said your club didn't even have a dinner party," Lin Zhao said, his voice rising an octave. "You've all learned to lie now, haven't you?"

As he spoke, Lin Zhao stood on tiptoe and snatched the revolver from Lin Yu's hand.

"And you're holding a gun, are you planning to shoot me?!"

"I brought these club props back to get a feel for them," Lin Yu said carefully. "Just now, you jumped out of the darkness and scared me, so I took them out to give myself courage."

Lin Zhao felt helpless when he heard Lin Yu's words.

"Okay... so where the hell were you going tonight?"

Looking at his sister, Lin Yu opened his mouth.

He didn't want to lie to this old lady, but as the middle-aged man said...

The "death game" thing is simply unspeakable.

It was as if some mysterious force had blocked his mouth.

In the end, Lin Yu could only speak with a smile.

"The character I played this time had a near-death experience, and I was quite immersed in the role, so I rode my bike to the river to relax..."

"I lied because I was afraid you would worry."