Game of Deception Chapter 5: I Have a Surefire Strategy Too

Removing the "Cat" who had already died, and the "Bear" who acted as the narrator...

Out of ten votes, the result was actually seven to three!

Not only had they failed to banish the Fox... it was not even a five-to-five tie.

They were directly voted out by a massive margin!

For a mont, Dog's mind went completely blank.

"How is that possible?!"

He blurted out, utterly incredulous.

Dog was naturally aware that... changing votes at the last minute was a possibility.

But he had kept a close eye on everyone. No one had openly changed their vote, and there were absolutely no channels for communication, like passing notes or whispering. Even the expressions of the others were concealed by these ridiculous animal masks, making it impossible to "read the room" or use eye contact.

Under circumstances where no one knew if anyone else would change their vote, and with no second person stepping up to rally the voters...

How did they dare?!

They must have cheated! Definitely!

There was no way they would dare to do sothing so illogical... Everyone here had already died once. Every single person knew the weight of life, so how could they possibly do sothing so absurd?!

"Have you still not realized what you did wrong?"

Ming Po smiled broadly. "What a pity..."

Hearing this, Dog glared fiercely at Ming Po.

But no matter what...

Since the "Wolf" was still alive, he had to be the instigator!

"You cheated!"

Dog roared loudly. Leaping from his chair in a furious rage, he jumped straight onto the round table, wanting nothing more than to viciously kick the Wolf. "This round does not count—"

He was extrely unwilling to accept this, completely unable to comprehend why he had lost, nor did he know where he had gone wrong.

And as he passed the black cat on the table, he kicked out viciously at the "Host" as if he were kicking a soccer ball.

Even now, he did not know if this Host was actually the black cat, or the single mouth, hand, and eye on the black cat's back... but at this point, there was no need to pretend anymore!

But right at that mont.

Three massive greatswords broke free from the ceiling simultaneously, dropping in freefall.

Before Sparrow and Penguin could even react, the falling greatswords instantly engulfed their bodies!

Dog's pupils abruptly shrank.

In the instant the greatsword was about to touch him, his muscular physique suddenly tensed—as his muscles coiled, the right leg he had wound up for a kick instantly snapped back, and his body threw itself backward!

With almost impossible speed, he executed a backward roll, tumbling directly off the round table...

And incredibly, he actually managed to evade the execution of the greatsword!

The colossal stone sword plunged directly into the exact center of the round table, landing right beside the black cat, blocking all line of sight to the person sitting opposite.

Dog panted violently. As he looked at the three "crosses", his originally despairing gaze gradually filled with hope.

"Haha! I survived!"

The burly man could not suppress the wild joy in his heart and burst into uncontrollable laughter. "It seems..."

However, before Dog could finish his sentence, his body suddenly hitched.

As Dog slowly looked down...

He saw countless crimson cracks suddenly surfacing across his body.

The next mont, his body instantly exploded!

Countless droplets of blood splashed out in a flash. Amidst the screams that rang out almost simultaneously, the masks of nearly everyone remaining were dyed a brilliant red.

"What a pity. The 'Execution' does not refer to being crushed by the Sword of Damocles."

The 'Host's mouth' on the black cat's back spoke unhurriedly, "Stone swords of this weight cannot completely crush a person. It is rely your 'tombstone'."

Therefore, the young "Cat" was directly crushed into splashing bloody mist by it.

In reality, before he was suppressed by it, he was already dead.

There was absolutely no escaping... the execution for failing the ga.

As it spoke, that eyeball slowly floated over and looked at Ming Po.

I have a general idea of what you were thinking. But, are you not afraid?

"—Are you truly so confident that the others are on the sa wavelength as you?"

With the Host's experience, he naturally knew exactly where Dog's so-called "surefire strategy" had gone wrong.

Dog was soone whose mind was entirely focused on himself.

He was too selfish... and from the very beginning, he had locked himself in as the victor. His decision-making was entirely built upon the foundation of "how to ensure my own victory."

So, naturally, he never considered the problem from the perspective of others.

From Dog's own viewpoint, the plan he proposed was indeed viable.

As long as he continuously executed the strategy of "inciting the majority to choose the sa option", he could guarantee that the majority of people were safe. The ones who would die would either be those who opposed him, or the narrator themselves.

But the problem was...

"His position is number eleven; it's far too safe."

Ming Po said leisurely, "If the others acted according to his logic, then everyone else would be in great danger. First the Rabbit, then , and then the Fox... Everyone would be ousted by him.

"In the end, I am afraid only two or three people would be left."

"It could only be two people."

The "Butterfly" at seat number nine spoke calmly, correcting him. "He would not keep . As long as he and the Raccoon chose the sa answer, I would be eliminated when I beca the narrator.

"Because if the Raccoon did not do so, and instead soft-heartedly kept around, he could just eliminate the Raccoon alongside ."

The Raccoon looked at Butterfly in astonishnt, seeming to only just understand this now.

"In other words," Lawyer Chen chid in, "we had no choice."

The Rabbit also nodded.

If they followed Dog, they would die sooner or later.

This was a logic that any smart person could easily figure out.

"And as for those who are not as smart... or rather, those who cannot see that far into the future."

Ming Po looked at the Raccoon and said aningfully, "They would worry... that I might collaborate with Dog."

Without anyone else vying for the right to speak, Ming Po and Dog were clearly the two people with the most commanding presence.

"Whether violence can be used" was an unknown factor even now. And Ming Po was the smart person who even made Dog wary, soone who did not even bother hiding his actions of using human lives to test the rules...

If Ming Po and Dog truly ford a partnership, there would be no ga left for anyone else to play.

They could only gamble.

Only by executing the "Wolf" and the "Dog" in one fell swoop did they have a chance of surviving!

Conversely, if Ming Po and Dog directly went head-to-head, then the people who were "more wary of the Wolf" and those "more wary of the Dog" might actually end up fighting each other. The result would be much harder to control.

But now, the two of them were on the sa side—which ant there were only two factions: "Support the Wolf and Dog" and "Do Not Support." Even if the Wolf changed his vote at the last minute, their collective betrayal would at least kill the most dangerous one, the Dog.

After all, everyone else seated here was either old, weak, sick, or disabled.

With absolutely no weapons in this room, even if everyone banded together, it was impossible for them to defeat the tall and muscular Dog.

"Of course... not everyone actually realized this."

Ming Po wiped the fresh blood from his mask with his hand, his tone relaxed. "Look—aren't there still two people who didn't react in ti and cast the wrong vote?"

Hearing this, the people began to quietly discuss with those seated next to them.

So were frowning in discussion, while others were furtively plotting sothing.

"Then what if," Lin Ya suddenly asked, "suppose all of us truly were idiots?"

"—That depends on what you yourself think."

Ming Po rely smiled, not answering her directly.

Instead, he turned it around and said gently, "It is your turn now, Miss Rabbit. I hope you can survive."

The Host actually followed Ming Po's cue and declared, "Round two, begin."

As the Rabbit's turn began, everyone else was silenced. Even if they opened their mouths, they could not speak a word, and the room, which had gradually grown noisy, instantly fell silent once more.

Seeing this, Fox's heart sank.

He realized that the rhythm of this ga had already been seized by the Wolf.

For so reason... he felt that this Host seed paying a lot of attention to the Wolf.

...Could it be that his initial thought was right, and he truly belonged to the Authorities?

Then...

While the Fox was deep in thought, the Rabbit scanned the round table sowhat uneasily, remaining completely silent as she thought rapidly. A terrifying silence fell over the round table.

At this mont, excluding herself in seat number two, there were only seven people left at the round table.

Seat number three, the "Grey Wolf," her ally, the highly dangerous "Mr. Ai."

Seat number four, the "Fox," a social elite in his thirties who called himself Lawyer Chen.

Seat number six, the "Fish," the most reticent person present, who had not spoken a single word so far and offered zero intelligence.

Seat number seven, the "Red Panda," who had only spoken one sentence, sounding like a man in his thirties or forties with a Sichuan or Chongqing accent.

Seat number nine, the "Butterfly," a very clever and proud woman with an obvious Shanghai accent.

Seat number ten, the "Raccoon," who seed to be a female college student from a decent family, young, with a clear and foolish gaze, lacking any real scheming nature.

Plus the "Bear" in seat number twelve...

This narrator from the previous round possessed a deep, calculating mind that completely contradicted his honest-looking face.

These seven people—whether in terms of age, gender, personality, or background—had massive disparities.

If she simply posed a random question to make them choose different answers, ensuring her own survival would certainly not be difficult. The reason the old Bear had been targeted for a brief mont was because he himself had wanted to manually eliminate certain people.

Once such malicious intent was discovered, it naturally triggered a counterattack.

But there was only one chance to be the narrator.

Was it possible to increase her own chances of survival?

Thinking of this, Rabbit's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Friends, I have an idea... Yes, what I want to say is..."

Rabbit's gaze beca resolute. "I have a surefire strategy too."