Ten Day Ultimatum Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Enemies in Life and Death

I transcribed the details of the ga into text and posted it on the forum seeking help. Although there were only a few responses, so offered different perspectives. One person ntioned that {the host might also be the liar}, which imdiately caught my attention.

I must say, the power of netizens is limitless. I had never thought in this direction before.

After I sorted out the general logical connections, I found myself in a dream, fueled by the power of the earthquake.

Tonight, I am determined to break the curse.

After everyone finished sharing their stories, I tapped the table and confidently spoke, "Everyone, I believe that {Mortal Goat} is the liar."

Indeed, my words startled the crowd—my goal was about to be accomplished.

"But... how did you co to this answer?" the tattooed man asked blankly.

"Ho—How?" I paused for a mont. "Why do you even need an explanation? I’ve already tried f*cking casting my vote for everyone at the table more than once, and none of them were right!"

Seeing their confused looks, I realized I had misspoken.

They don’t rember anything!

What am I doing?!

So, with great honor, I was elected {Liar} that night by the highest number of votes.

This might just be what I f*cking deserved.

Upon waking, I once again steadied my thoughts. The rules of this ga were ruthless—everyone had to vote for the {Liar}, and a single mistaken vote ant death.

So what I should do is persuade everyone to vote for the sa person, preferably {Mortal Goat}, so we can escape the room—and I can break free from the curse.

So, I posted for help again, and with the assistance of many online users, I finally figured out the rules.

I then reanalyzed the ga’s logic and returned to the room.

This ti, I still suggested everyone vote for {Mortal Goat}, with a clear reason: I suspected that everyone’s cards were all {Liars}, so the {Mortal Goat} lied when explaining the rules.

He was the first {Liar}, and everyone else started lying because of his deceit, so the vote should go to him.

I am truly a genius. It only took less than a hundred cycles to co to this conclusion.

This ti, it was clear I had convinced them.

At last, the most thrilling part—the vote—has arrived!

As I turned over my own paper with {Mortal Goat} inscribed on it, I felt absolutely certain of victory. Then, one after another, the police officer, doctor, lawyer, hoodlum, kindergarten teacher, and accompanying hostess flipped their answers too—all of them were {Mortal Goat}!

Great!

I’m about to break free from the curse!

Now, the only one left in the room was that delicate-looking pretty-boy. He had barely spoken the whole ti, seeming completely indecisive. Though I’ve never been fond of good-looking people, this ti... he will be my savior!

I watched as he slowly flipped over the paper, revealing the text on it.

It was at that mont I realized this person wasn’t a savior, but a first-class moron, the kind who’d be clueless enough to crap all over the floor.

Clearly written on the paper was {Chen Junnan}, accompanied by a ticulously drawn little heart at the end.

"What the hell is a {Chen Junnan}?!" I cried out in disbelief.

“This young master is Chen Junnan,” the young man chuckled.

What the hell?! Does this person even know what’s happening right now?!

Does he think he’s a celebrity? Who the hell cares what your na is?!

That night, I was killed again—neat and precise, without any unnecessary delays.

How f*cking great.

When I woke up, I was absolutely furious. I had no mood left to do anything else.

That man nad Chen Junnan is an idiot. But this was God playing fair—handso n are always lacking in brains. I need to figure out a way to convince him.

From today on, I’ve decided to use my sincere heart to enlighten a ntally retarded person.

So, I spent a lot of ti preparing my speech, ready to set him straight the next ti I entered the nightmare.

But when evening ca, after I tried to reason with him, emotionally appeal to him, and literally spit out a river of words to advise him, I still ended up in despair.

After Chen Junnan flipped over his paper, it showed a completely unrelated na—Andy Lau.

This ti, there was no little heart drawn at the end, but instead, a little smiley face.

I struggled to control my temper and forced my voice down as I asked, "Chen Junnan, explain to ...why {Andy Lau}?"

"Oh? You don’t know him?" Chen Junnan replied with an innocent look, "Andy Lau is a Hong Kong artist. I think he was born in 1962, and he's a multi-talented artist—actor, singer, and all-around entertainer. Have you seen {Infernal Affairs}? Andy Lau plays..."

"Played your damn uncle!" I cursed at him loudly.

I never imagined that one day I would die because of Andy Lau.

Andy Lau didn’t kill , but I still ended up dying because of him.

How f*cking great.

Chen Junnan, you’re doing a f*cking great job.

From that mont, Chen Junnan and I beca enemies, against his stupidity.

My goal beca simple and pure: get Chen Junnan to vote for Mortal Goat.

But for the life of , I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him—he voted for everyone, except Mortal Goat.

One after another, he flipped his paper—Aaron Kwok, Leon Lai, Jacky Cheung, Stephen Chow, Donald Chow...

Following the Four Heavenly Kings, there were a variety of other celebrities, spanning from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, to the mainland and beyond.

He really knows a lot of celebrities.

I nearly died for every celebrity, both dostic and international.

It wasn’t until I saw {Guo Degang} and {Yue Yunpeng}* that I finally understood—this guy was doing it on f*cking purpose.

(TLN: Sorry for the inserted note, but yah, those two are Chinese codians.)

He’s not stupid at all. Up until now, the nas he’s written have never repeated. He’s doing this deliberately!

He doesn’t want to escape. He’s keeping trapped in here, unable to move an inch!

He’s the living, breathing curse I’m dealing with!

How can there be such a person in this world? Why is he trying to ss everything up?

It’s a pity I was stuck in my seat. Otherwise, I would’ve found a way to kill him.

Chen Junnan, Chen Junnan, what have I done to deserve this from you?

Why are you standing in the way of my life?

Escaping this room is completely out of the question now.

After all, with Chen Junnan around, there’s no way I can get out.

But every ti, I wake up on the sa day. I’m really going to lose my mind.

After cycling through dozens of tis, I ca up with a good idea to keep my sanity... that is, to give myself sothing different to do each ti. This way, I could convince myself that each day is a new one...