As the chaotic rule explanations concluded, the first speaker's turn finally arrived. Everyone waited silently in their rooms, anticipating the first player's voice.
"Oh, so I was chosen first? How convenient."
After several seconds of silence, the Creator's voice slowly spoke up. Yet his following words left nearly everyone speechless.
"I have nothing much to say. I can speak complete truth—anyone analyzing the situation can assu my words are reliable."
"My room number is '7', and the character in my room is 'Martial'."
"I don't care who wants to co after . I'm not concerned about who ultimately wins this ga—I'm not here for a perfect victory."
The Creator's voice carried calm authority as he openly revealed his hand from the start! Whether it was Perfect Life or Xie Antong, all were inclined to believe he absolutely wasn't lying. The Creator disdained deception!
Yet after pausing for several seconds, his next words were truly earth-shattering.
"Additionally, I'll state this openly here."
"I am the Creator. I possess various strange, special items."
"One of them allows to mimic others' voices. That's right—one of those two ga voices earlier was ."
"Did you hear that? The person claiming to be Brother Jue, the one who provoked you—that was !"
"I'm in Room Seven. I'm not lying."
"Co at if you dare. Try fulfilling your promise to make die."
"I don't lie. If you're truly qualified, you should know I'm fundantally different from these other youngsters."
"Co!"
The final word rang out like a war declaration, striking everyone's hearts with disbelief.
There's another mastermind here?
The lower-ranked players were utterly baffled. What kind of monsters were these people? Not only mimicking the ga's system voice but openly admitting it—were they deliberately challenging the ga's authority?!
Just what kind of situation was this...
The Creator's speech lasted only one minute. During the remaining two minutes, all rooms fell into complete silence.
Perfect Life sat in his room, fingers cracking as he clenched his fists with admiration.
What had he been playing all this ti before?! Couldn't there be more high-stakes gas like this?
"The world has... no shortage of heroes," he murmured.
Though the Creator's voice disappeared after his declaration, his words weighed heavily on everyone's minds. Had he truly confronted the ga's rules? Could the world's third-ranked player succeed?
Those two minutes felt longer than eternity, leaving everyone restless.
In the final seconds, the Creator's voice returned.
"Disappointingly, this ga's rules aren't as tough as their words suggest."
"No one ca for . I repeat—Room Seven."
"Anyone who wants to find is welco anyti."
With that, his ti finally ended.
Xie Antong took out a pen and slowly wrote on the floor before her:
Creator —— 7 "Martial"!
This seed basically reliable...
The ga progressed rapidly. Before the shock from the Creator's revelation could fully settle, the next player's voice erged.
Each person remained isolated in their room, the outside world obscured by mist, forced to deduce their next moves solely from others' words. Were those outside allies or enemies? There was no way to know.
Though their rooms seed secure, exposure ant other players could invade at any mont!
What kind of hellish hide-and-seek was this?!
And the next player's voice made this already oppressive ga turn even more brutal and terrifying.
"Can you hear ?" A cold female voice spoke. "I'm Chiyo Eine."
"What's your na?"
Other players: ?!
Everyone was stunned by this bizarre opening. Who was she asking? Shouldn't she explain her current situation first?
But soon, realization dawned.
—Had she already made her move?
Had she already invaded soone else's room?!
With three world-ranked experts and the ga system itself—four entities stronger than her—she just randomly chose a target?
How ruthless...
Yet they soon learned she was even more rciless than imagined.
"I-I'm Xue Yue," another voice answered, trembling with palpable fear.
"Good," Chiyo Eine replied simply.
Then Xue Yue's agonized screams echoed through every player's room.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
The piercing cries made everyone wince.
The horrific shrieking cut off abruptly. Seconds later, Chiyo Eine's voice returned.
"Xue Yue is dead."
"Apologies. So people might not understand subtlety, so I'll be blunt."
"I don't have those n's moral constraints. Call a bully if you want—that's exactly what I am."
"Earlier ga rules stated you must provide at least one truthful detail about your room number or character."
"Whether that rule ca from the ga or the Creator's lies doesn't matter—you'll obey because none of you dare risk that fifty-fifty chance."
"So players ranked below : you're my targets. I'll harvest you. Don't believe ? Go ahead and gamble. Lose, and you'll be the next Xue Yue."
Chiyo Eine's voice was icily emotionless, like so heartless specter.
As her voice faded, silence reclaid the rooms.
This was pure psychological warfare. Now lower-ranked players wouldn't dare gamble, aning room numbers and "Civil/Martial" characters could be mostly verified.
And "confird false information" itself held strategic value!
In her room, Chiyo Eine's gaze slowly lowered to the figure on the floor.
Xue Yue's thigh gushed blood where a black spike had impaled it—painful but non-fatal.
Trembling, he clutched his mouth, eyes wide with terror, not daring to make a sound.
The corners of Chiyo Eine's lips curled up as she placed a slender finger against her own lips.
"Shhh~"
"Make noise, and you really will die."
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