Then, Lu Ce pointed at the remaining two ga participants.
“You two are Fakes.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the veils covering the three people began dissolving almost simultaneously, revealing a middle-aged man and two skeletons.
All three guesses were correct.
The middle-aged man, having been identified as a player, wasn’t directly punished or hard, but he beca the second “human” in the room to reveal his face.
This sense of being singled out—and the feeling of being played—instantly made him feel flushed with embarrassnt and frustration.
He was usually a mid-level executive at a small company, always preaching to subordinates about things like “taking initiative,” “finding work yourself,” “seizing opportunities,” and so on.
Always lecturing people like scolding dogs—and to a certain extent, he’d brainwashed himself too.
So just now, when “Sin” seed to casually drop a line, he thought—this is it, my chance!
He didn’t even think it through. He believed if he didn’t act now, soone else would beat him to it. You gotta be ruthless!
As he dashed out, he was even a little proud of his own bravery.
Who knew—this “Sin,” known as the strongest player, was just bullsh*tting for fun?!
Are you f*cking nuts? What do you get out of this?!
Looking at the lingering smile on that purple mask, his ntal breakdown couldn’t even be put into words.
He felt like everyone in the hall was staring at him—mocking him.
Among the newly revealed Fakes, one approached the middle-aged man and said:
“You lost. You have to agree to one not-too-excessive request.”
The other two walked over to “Sin,” bowing slightly and saying:
“You’ve won. I can grant you one request.”
Faced with this contrast, the middle-aged man couldn’t take it anymore. Blood rushed to his head, and his face turned red as he roared:
“Objection! I object!”
“Why does the strongest player get so many privileges! And besides, their ga wasn’t even finished—why was it declared his win?”
“I think there’s sothing shady here! He cheated! Rigged it!”
Of course, he still had so basic rationality left. Though angry, he didn’t dare aim his fury directly at Lu Ce—instead, he yelled at the Sli.
Clearly, this man was one of those who still hadn’t figured it out.
In a way, he was voicing what part of the audience was thinking.
The Sli had been grinning, but upon hearing this, its expression instantly turned cold. It glanced sideways and said coldly:
【Privilege? What, you think if we don’t favor the strongest player, we should favor you?】
【As for why he’s privileged—it’s because excitent and fun are the core of this place. He’s the only one actually playing the ga. You all don’t have the right mindset.】
Lu Ce suddenly turned to look at the Sli and said:
“You’ve been favoring ?”
【No no, not at all! Totally deserved! Hehe...】
The Sli imdiately switched to a sycophantic tone, rubbing its hands and groveling.
Then, it instantly went back to being cold as it looked at the middle-aged man.
【Cheating, you say? When has a casino not cheated? Who said cheating’s not allowed here? As long as you don’t catch it, it’s fine.】
【Besides, there didn’t seem to be any cheating just now either.】
【Also, you’re seriously lacking any gaming spirit. No fun at all...】
By the end, the Sli was dripping with disdain.
Duang duang—it bounced away, ignoring him.
The middle-aged man was stunned—standing there dumbfounded. All his past pride and authority ant nothing here. The rules and power structures of the normal world had been completely deconstructed on this ship.
The Fake who had “fallen in love” with Lu Ce now seed to have developed so instinct to defend him, and looked at the man with the sa disgust.
The black shroud on the large ball’s surface was removed, revealing the remaining small balls inside.
“There were fifty in total. He took ten.”
“Go ho and count them yourself. See how that makes him the most or least.”
With that, he kicked the ball over. The small balls rolled out and stopped at the manager’s feet.
Lu Ce also dropped the small balls in his hand, smiling as he said:
“Go play at ho. This ga’s not for you.”
Then, he turned to look at the two new Fakes in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
“As for the request... let’s keep it simple.”
“I now grant you the right to love too. Let’s all love together. But since you’re late to the party, you’ll have to settle for being side pieces.”
“Can you accept that?”
The Fakes: ......
Staring at this completely unserious guy, the Fakes were clearly a bit stunned, but what could they say? They had no choice but to accept.
And thus, Fake No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 were born.
Then Lu Ce started wandering around the field, trailed by three bored skeletons.
After watching this whole series of moves, the other people in the ga more or less understood how the identity guessing worked, and hesitantly began preparing to act.
But just then, Lu Ce suddenly turned to the Sli, who was still hyping the atmosphere.
“Hey, you sticky fat guy. You want excitent?”
“How about we make this ga a little more exciting?”
Nobody knew what he ant yet, and before the Sli could even reply, Lu Ce walked straight up to an unrevealed person and casually said:
“I guess you’re a Fake.”
【Incorrect Guess!】
As the voice rang out, the two stars on Lu Ce’s chest vanished into smoke. The person he had guessed ran off into the crowd.
But Lu Ce just shrugged, looking like he didn’t care at all. He randomly grabbed another player and started guessing again.
He had no logic to his guesses—they were pure random, like he was just playing around, not caring whether he won or lost.
A lot of people were confused—like Jiu Tian’s teammate.
“What a weirdo. What the h*ll’s this guy thinking? Didn’t he already do his three required guesses?”
“Not good!” Jiu Tian’s eyes narrowed suddenly. “Hurry, there’s not much ti.”
“Huh? There’s still over forty minutes left, isn’t there?”
On the other side, Xie Antong was also on the move. She quickly set down her champagne glass, splashing a few drops.
“This mask... What a nasty personality...”
Muttering in her heart, she quickly began weaving through the crowd, heading toward people she’d previously observed.
The smart ones had realized sothing.
This ga required every player to make at least three guesses.
But even counting the Fakes, there were only 200 people total!
Now, that grinning mask-wearer—the troll—after completing his own three guesses, was still going wild, rapidly guessing without a care for wins or losses!
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