Game of Deception Chapter 135: Paradox Child

The sudden revelation made Gao Fan instinctively clench his fists.

He had indeed considered that his parents might be Deceivers, and even thought that his grandfather could be one as well—

But he had never imagined that he was a child born of the dead.

His very existence was built entirely upon the Ga of Deception.

"How is this noble?"

Gao Fan gritted his teeth, forcing the words out one by one. The surging emotion behind them was ambiguous, though it leaned heavily toward hatred.

"Do you think Deceivers are so kind of show pets? What use is this so-called bloodline to us?! It cannot make stronger, nor can it make safer. Isn't everything I have today earned by risking my own life?

"What are you trying to deny? Are you trying to deny everything about yourself up to this point?!"

"Bloodline truly offers no help in the Ga of Deception itself. But that has no direct correlation to whether it is noble or not."

Gao Song's gaze was mild, his expression calm.

"It is like keeping a cat. If that cat destroys a piece of art worth two hundred thousand, killing the cat won't restore the artwork. And so, from that mont on, its worth increases by two hundred thousand.

"You are a miracle born from squandering ten months' worth of chips—and that was a continuous, single use of those ten months. If Manifestation had ended for even a single fraction of a second during that ti, you would have been obliterated in the rift between life and death.

"Although killing you won't spit those chips back out, soone will definitely take an interest in you. To us, ti is money, after all."

"Is value in your eyes solely derived from how much has been destroyed and how many resources have been consud, Gao Song?!"

Gao Fan was genuinely infuriated. For the first ti, he did not address the man as his uncle, but called him directly by na. For soone like Gao Fan, this level of disrespect was exceptionally out of character.

Gao Song looked at Gao Fan with a hint of resignation.

It was as if he were looking at a hissing cat or a barking dog.

"Fan, you do not truly believe that friendship can transcend class, do you?"

Gao Song spoke flatly. "These friends of yours might smile at you, they might flatter you, or they might want to extract so benefit from you—but they will never truly accept you.

"They will take your money and still mock who you are. Wasn't your previous team exactly like that?

"Did you think I wasn't paying attention to you? Do you think you have managed to survive safely until now, instead of being dragged off by so organization to be used as fodder, simply because of your Luck? Do you think the only reason I haven't eradicated you by the roots is that I didn't know where you were?

"Stop joking. You should know the aning of Luck by now, shouldn't you? A superior's Luck will crush an inferior's Luck. Your fortune ans absolutely nothing in the face of the strong—such as myself."

Gao Song declared, "Every action you take, all your struggles, every single one of your thoughts—they are completely useless before . If you do not believe , try it.

"You will learn what despair is. And until then, I will always accept your surrender.

"I will bring you into the Chinese Chamber of Comrce and show you exactly who makes the true rules of this world.

"Have you heard of the Noble Blood Society? It is a Deceiver organization from France. Rumor has it that since the era of Joan of Arc, every generation of its mbers has been comprised of pure-blood Deceivers.

"Of course, being pure-blood truly has nothing to do with ability. But it has everything to do with connections.

"After all, being able to expend a full ten months of ti just to give birth to a child with no practical use implies the formidable power of the parents—as well as an enviably extravagant luxury."

"You call this luxury?"

"Hahahaha! Of course this is luxury, Fan."

Gao Song burst into loud laughter.

"You still don't understand that ti is money. To a Deceiver, as long as there is ti, anything can be accomplished. Yet, to expend a full ten months, rendering oneself as fragile as a mortal, simply to give birth to a child with no advantages whatsoever...

"Is that not a luxury item? Possessing such a luxury signifies an extraordinary status.

"Do you know what ten months of ti can change? In the hands of a skilled Deceiver, it can alter the outco of a war, reverse the fate of a small nation, and kill or save thousands of people—even the entirety of the Gao Corporation combined has not consud that many chips.

"If technology that shouldn't exist is Paradoxical Technology—then you, who shouldn't exist, are the Paradox Child."

Ming Po saw it clearly.

The look in Gao Song's eyes as he stared at Gao Fan was undoubtedly pure hatred.

Even though Gao Song was the true CEO, the owner of the company, and its largest shareholder—he envied Gao Fan as if he were a destitute relative.

Ming Po suddenly understood.

The reason Gao Song hadn't killed Gao Fan for so long might truly be because he couldn't bear to part with him.

Not out of familial love, but because Gao Fan's cost of production was simply too exorbitant.

In Gao Song's worldview, he could not allow sothing so incredibly expensive to shatter worthlessly in his own hands. Because it would break his heart.

Even if he could not comprehend the value of life, completely disapproved of using chips in such a manner, and even hated Gao Fan's birth while envying him or his parents, he still could not bear to let Gao Fan die so ordinarily.

Therefore, he likely genuinely wanted Gao Fan to surrender.

And speaking of surrender—

"Abandon your teammates and leave? That actually sounds quite nice."

Ming Po remarked coldly out of nowhere while looking at Gao Song.

The corners of Gao Song's mouth had barely curled into a mocking smirk before Ming Po drawled another sentence: "You ntioned earlier that you have let many people go, right?"

He stared at Gao Song and asked, enunciating every word, "Then why haven't they co back to take revenge on you?"

Hearing this, Gao Song's expression stiffened for a fraction of a second.

He looked at Ming Po, a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes, but he quickly reined it in.

In this ga, Gao Song's primary advantage was the information gap.

However, if Gao Song's words were true and he had released many people, then the rules of this ga were no longer a secret to them. Among all those people let go, there surely had to be soone who wanted to return for revenge.

But evidently, there was no one.

"Who knows."

Gao Song smiled, though he did not answer the question directly. "Perhaps they were scared out of their wits—just joking. You don't actually think I would tell you the answer, do you? This is a comrcial secret."

Ming Po had a vague suspicion, but the thought refused to solidify in his mind.

"Fine, a secret."

He nodded slowly, letting the matter drop for the mont. Ti was almost up, and Ming Po needed to ask a question to end his turn.

And his question remained exceptionally tricky.

"Did you encounter it before the age of eighteen?"

Among the three of them, only Gao Fan's card lit up.

This ant Gao Song's answer was no.

"A toy encountered after the age of eighteen, one that cannot be bought..."

Ming Po looked at Gao Fan. "It's basically locked in, Fan."

"Yeah!" Gao Fan nodded vigorously. "I almost have it figured out!"

anwhile, the smile on Gao Song's face grew increasingly eerie.

Unhurried, he asked his question directly and ended his turn.

"Is it sothing you have possessed?"

The cards in front of all three of them lit up simultaneously.

This ant that Gao Song had actively locked onto himself!