Deceitful Game

Chapter 35 [The Lucky Survivor]

In a black and white world, a boy wearing a yellow hoodie is fleeing in terror.

"Hahaha……"

He was panting as he darted quickly through the crowd.

No one can see him or touch him.

He would run for a while and then look back in fear, stumbling and falling several times.

Recalling the handsome yet sinister-looking young man, a profound sense of fear welled up within him.

Good heavens, there are charlatans!

If I get separated from my friends now, I'll be in big trouble if I get caught!

Those crimson eyes were proof of the power domain.

He had seen the charlatans of the Power Realm in the game, so he knew even better how terrifying they were.

Especially since he's the type who particularly lacks combat power...

There is absolutely no way he could defeat a master of the same level of power at this distance!

For some reason, he felt that the Deceiver was like a corpse—this was what his title ability told him.

In addition, it told him: Run!

He had seen a giant spider three meters tall in a game, and he had faced a chainsaw-wielding killer bare-handed. But the sense of danger they posed was nothing compared to that person!

Just being stared at by that man who looked like a corpse gave the boy the illusion that his body was being torn to pieces—

—This was a premonition of death, and it foreshadowed the manner of his demise.

The boy's title is "Lucky Survivor," and he can passively predict his own status in the "next round."

Many times, he survived precisely because of this title and ability.

"Next round" means before you make a new response.

In other words, before he could even react, his opponent could cut him to pieces with their bare hands.

...Straight, straight to the eyes of death?

I don't want to be divided into seventeen!

To possess such a level of dangerous ability, what kind of person must they be?

Zhou Zhiqing Lead? Or... Moon Silver?

I hadn't seen him on the previous few visits—

However, at that moment...

His steps abruptly stopped.

The boy experienced a new hallucination—a sudden, sharp pain in his chest.

He had a premonition that he was about to be kicked away.

But at this point, there was no escaping it!

He could only close his eyes and try his best to protect his chest with his hands.

The next moment, he was suddenly kicked away.

That was a merciless kick—just one strike, and his mind went blank. The boy rolled three times on the ground before stopping... and even then, he felt like he couldn't get up.

The excruciating pain caused the boy to burst into tears, which blurred his vision and made it impossible for him to even see people's faces.

"Wow, that's really fast..."

A deep, resonant voice echoed softly.

In the boy's blurry vision, he could only see two crimson flames lighting up.

The next moment, a chilling aura of death descended—

That premonition of death resurfaced clearly.

He felt as if his head was about to be kicked off, so he curled up into a ball and hugged his head.

"Mom, help me—"

The boy screamed in agony.

...This little guy is interesting.

Mingpo, hands in his pockets, strolled up to him and looked down at the timid boy with interest.

He looked quite young, even younger than the "cat" boy who died in the first game. He was probably the youngest charlatan Mingpa had ever seen.

The other party's abilities seem to be related to prophecy.

He could have run away from him before out of cowardice. But when Mingpo slowly approached from the side, blocking his line of sight, intending to kick him away... even though he couldn't see Mingpo at all, he instinctively protected his chest.

That was exactly where Mingpo intended to kick him.

But at that time, Mingpo hadn't even made a move yet—what kind of profound understanding was that?

Mingpo immediately became interested.

To determine whether the opponent could observe his exertion of force, pinpoint the location of his attack, or something else... Mingpo, filled with murderous intent, earnestly imagined using Frankenstein's title ability to dismantle him into pieces.

The other party did not respond at all.

Just as Mingper was about to kick him in the head, he covered his own head instead.

—But at this moment, Mingpo hadn't even reached his side yet.

Without a doubt, it was some kind of ability to accurately predict danger.

The acquisition of a title is clearly related to performance—having such a title indicates that the child's tactic is to avoid battle.

Thinking this way, Mingpo's hostility lessened slightly.

There may be other ways to use it.

Mingpo crouched down and lifted the other person's hair with one hand.

"Who are you?"

He strained his voice, producing a deep, husky, smoky tone. It was a completely different voice from Mingpo's.

The other person was so frightened that they cried.

His body was trembling uncontrollably, he was gasping for breath, and he couldn't even respond.

—This guy's voice is deep and hoarse, it sounds like a villain!

The mere sight of his hair being pulled up gave the boy a premonition of his death—images of his arms being ripped off and his head being torn off kept flashing through his mind. That constantly changing, ever-updating premonition of death filled his entire brain's memory, and the intense fear made it impossible for him to think clearly.

"Spare me... spare me..."

The boy burst into tears, cowering and burying his face in his hands: "I'll give you my chips..."

—So chips can be traded offline?

Mingpo's heart skipped a beat as he learned of some new information.

Although his fighting ability is now clearly superior to his opponent's, Mingpo is, after all, just an ordinary newcomer. He hasn't played many games and doesn't quite understand many of the rules.

From this perspective, the other party might be his "senior".

"title."

Mingpo stopped his impending attack, halting his intention to strike.

He simply stared at the other person with his scarlet eyes and said taciturnly, "Hand it over."

"...I am, the lucky survivor..."

The other party sobbed, "I am a deceiver of the Balance Domain... I have no fighting ability!"

"Your abilities."

Mingpo's deliberately hoarse voice rang out.

The boy paused for a moment, then suddenly realized something.

His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "I...I can foresee the harm I'm about to suffer...I can scout ahead for you! I can also act as a warning...I'm very useful...!"

As a "lucky survivor," he certainly has a knack for "surviving."

Although Mingpo has not shown a trace of goodwill so far, and has even been filled with murderous intent... the boy still managed to find the only way to survive.

"Active effect".

Mingpo pressed on, her voice low.

"I can sense which path is the right one and which is dangerous when I take a wrong turn!"

The boy answered without hesitation.

The next moment, Mingpo reached out and grabbed the other person's neck.

However, the boy was not afraid—because he realized that the other party did not want to kill him, so he did not put up a fierce resistance.

"Use once."

Mingpo said.