Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

The latter felt a tightness in his scalp and a chill on the back of his neck, as if he were being watched by prey.

“I choose to ask number 7.” Taki walked up to Park Min-woo. “Can you fly?”

Park Min-woo's eyes were slightly open.

It was clear that the other party remembered the information he had given: two wings.

Those with two wings can basically fly.

No, it won't happen.

His face turned bright red, but he couldn't lie.

Taki simply nodded: "We need a little trust."

Park Min-woo was panting and remained silent.

At least he now knows he has one more characteristic: he can't fly.

Nobita asked Uesugi, which was also her request: "Is your appearance black?"

In truth, Uesugi didn't know the answer either; his body simply responded automatically, "Yes."

Number 5's eyes lit up; four-legged, black—it looked exactly like the cat in the painting!

Nobita also thought of this and patted his forehead.

Uesugi didn't really care, since she didn't even know if she represented the cat.

Number 3 is Tian. He asked Takii if she was hibernating.

"Yes."

After the Q&A session, guided by the rings, each person came before the demon and silently stated the number they wanted to kill.

Then, the ring will force them back to their respective cells, and then the lights will gradually go out, slowly dragging everything into the deep darkness.

All the players were unable to speak at this moment, and there was a deathly silence all around.

In the midst of this utter darkness and silence, a sudden, extremely shrill scream rang out.

It's like someone having their bones broken while they're still alive, and then being disemboweled while they're still fresh.

Dong dong du.

It sounded like something was being nailed to the wall.

Then came the ticking sound.

Park Min-woo touched his body and let out a long sigh.

It all seemed so real, and that scream was filled with pain; just hearing it sent chills down your spine.

In this eerie silence, the candlelight slowly flickered back on, and perhaps it was just my imagination, but the color seemed a little darker.

Right across from Park Min-woo, in cell number 1, a gray-black snake with an unusually large amount of blood was nailed to a cross.

The crimson blood stained the Roman numeral, dripping onto the ground and flowing along a groove-like pattern towards the center of the angel and demon statues.

The demon closed its eyes.

The angel opened his eyes.

Chapter 270: Testing the Rules

"Who killed Number 1?"

Hayato turned his gaze away from the snake's corpse on the cross and couldn't help but be the first to ask a question.

No one answered his question.

However, most players' attention was focused on number 5, since the creature nailed to the cross should be the animal represented by number 1, the snake.

Of the known clues so far, ravens are capable of killing snakes, and ravens must have wings. Only number 5 has revealed that he has wings.

Park Min-woo also said that he has wings, but his information was refuted by Taki.

Therefore, number 5 is the most likely suspect.

"It wasn't me! Last night I told the devil to kill Number 9!"

Number 5 immediately refuted this, saying that he did think he was very likely the Raven, but he believed that Number 9 was most likely the Cat, so he designated Number 9.

Uesugi: "."

"I, Lu Wuwu," No. 5 wanted to say something, but it was probably related to reality, and the bottleneck was being imposed again.

Nobi is silent; a rift of trust has now appeared among the players.

He and Taki shared the same idea: to cooperate as much as possible, because only by collecting enough information could they deduce more clues.

However, veteran players know that the greatest reward in the game lies in completing the ending, and according to the normal gameplay logic, it is highly likely that only by surviving can one complete the game, or rather, only by surviving can one achieve a relatively good ending.

The earlier you die, the worse the ending reward you receive.

New players may not understand this principle, but under the current known rules, getting them to be open and honest is not an easy task.

creak.

The door was opened, signifying the start of the second day.

Another scroll fell out of the angel statue.

Nobita got it first, opened it, glanced at it, and then showed it to everyone.

The drawing above is similar to yesterday's, this time it's a beetle stepping on a snake, a bat, and a spider.

"An animal is restrained by three animals, and then it restrains another three animals in the same way. That's roughly the pattern."

Tian looked at the others and spoke up.

"I suggest that anyone willing to disclose all their information step forward, promise to reveal all steps in subsequent rounds, and guarantee their authenticity. In this game, we don't have much time to waste."

After saying that, he silently walked out of the crowd.

Uesugi glanced at him a few more times, surprised that he was so bold as to choose an extreme and be completely honest.

Did he discover some pattern and believe that doing so would maximize profits?

The player Tian always gives the impression of being a man of few words and rarely says anything unnecessary.

Every time I speak, I am conveying useful information.

Nobita naturally agreed with his approach and walked over to him.

"Add me one!"

Hayato, Uesugi, and No. 5 were also with them.

After exchanging glances, the last three players silently stepped forward.

Park Min-woo opened his mouth, then hesitated, glancing at Ethan, who hadn't moved, and at the team standing on the other side.

Just as he was about to say something, Ethan chuckled hoarsely and looked at Tian.

"So this is what you wanted to verify."

As soon as he finished speaking, the candlelight around them turned deep red and began to flicker without any wind, casting shadows of people on the walls that constantly changed into the shapes of various animals.

The angel statue closed its eyes, while the demon statue opened its eyes.

You cheated. Game over. Erased.

The sound seemed to come from nowhere, echoing throughout the entire secret room.

"You can't take a joke—"

Hayato and No. 5 couldn't help but curse in unison. The next second, a large amount of water gushed out from the tiny, dense pipes, as if flooding the secret chamber.

The ground quickly became wet, the water level rose rapidly, and the water was slightly turbid, as if it had been diverted from a lake. In just over ten seconds, the water reached up to the calves.

Tian wasn't too surprised. He just stood there, staring at the holes where the water was flowing, lost in thought.

"Your so-called cherishing of opportunities is actually wasting precious opportunities. It would be better if everyone just played their part freely and fulfilled their responsibilities."

Ethan chuckled indifferently, closed his eyes to process the memories of this round of the game, and waited to die.

Most veteran players have experienced a variety of ways to die, but Hayato's group and new players haven't experienced the fear of death firsthand, so they mostly seem a bit panicked.

Park Min-woo choked on some water and started coughing incessantly, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

It's so real, it doesn't feel fake at all.

Whether it was the fishy smell mixed with the water or the suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe, all of these were faithfully fed back to his brain by his five senses.

The immense fear of life and death compelled him to instinctively want to survive.

"Don't panic. Pay attention to your surroundings if you can. If you can't, then you'll end up like me." Ethan had somehow gotten to his side, patted him on the shoulder, then crossed his arms, smiled, and began to sink into the water.

Park Min-woo grinned; he simply couldn't do that.

But since he couldn't swim, he could only flailing his hands haphazardly, watching helplessly as he was submerged wave after wave of water until he could no longer breathe.

Gululu.

So sad.

His vision gradually blurred.

"Ugh—vomit!!"

Inside the detention room.

Park Min-woo suddenly clutched his throat, widened his eyes, and leaned over the bed to dry heave, his heavy breathing resembling that of a diesel engine.

"Hey, baby, louder! Give me some excitement!" the captain chuckled slyly.

Park Min-woo had no time to care about him; he clutched his heart tightly with one hand and held the other in front of his eyes.

His pale complexion gradually calmed him down.

He did indeed return to reality.

He looked at the clock on the wall.

12:1.

Including the time he spent gagging, that means only a few seconds, or even a fraction of a second, passed during his time in the game?

No. Or perhaps what I just experienced was a hallucination caused by some kind of mental illness?

Soon, the information that appeared before him put his mind at ease.

You played a game.

[The title of this game is "Silver Cup Manor"]

[Game Rewards Announcement:]

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[Ranking List (Silver Cup Manor):]

1. Hao

2. Field

3. Yui

it is true.

He breathed in the not-so-fresh air as he completely relaxed.

In reality, he was much like the character in the game who was submerged in water.

There was nowhere to turn for help; all that could be seen was a vast, empty ocean.

The waves kept crashing against him, determined to pull him completely to the bottom of the sea.

The federation said they could help him, but after his heart died, all he could see were abysses. Before he sank, he just wanted to hold on to something and fall to the bottom with it.

Or, kill this man-eating ocean.

But for him, this was simply a pipe dream, no different from Don Quixote, or more accurately, even more difficult.

The appearance of the game was like a ship sailing towards him, clearly visible, and it was the only thing that could truly save his soul.