The King's Judgment

Cai Zhiyuan pushed the horizontal bar with difficulty, gritting his teeth, his face contorted.

Wang Yongxin's condition was worse. The second time he underwent the "Hanging Street Lamp" Judgment Game, the game time would increase by 5 minutes.

Although this time didn't seem long, it was added directly at the end. Extending by another 5 minutes when already exhausted would drastically increase the danger level.

If Wang Yongxin's body suddenly gave out and he lost all support, with his entire body weight pressing on his neck, he would suffocate and lose consciousness in a very short time, beyond any help.

The only good news was that they had enough rest time, so they could still hold on.

Ding Wenqiang's expression was complicated. He found it hard to imagine how he would face the two of them after returning to the Community.

There's no other way, the game rules are like this. I'm just doing what most players would do.

The others in the Community... should understand, right?

Just then, the broadcast sounded again.

[Spectator No. 1 tipped Ding Wenqiang 5000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: Kill them all, 100,000.]

These simple five words struck Ding Wenqiang's mind like thunder.

Kill them all, 100,000!

100,000 minutes of Visa Time was about 70 days, a fortune Ding Wenqiang had never seen since entering the New World.

But if he had to kill Cai Zhiyuan and Wang Yongxin, how would he face everyone else when he returned to the Community?

In the "King's Judgment" game, Community No. 17 had spectators watching the entire process.

Even without spectators, the players in Community No. 17 would inevitably check the game-related information, and all of Ding Wenqiang's actions would be laid bare.

Trying to hide it was impossible.

Then... what if he didn't hide it?

What if he said the game mechanics killed them, the game designers killed them, and he was just helpless?

After Cai Zhiyuan and Wang Yongxin completed this Judgment Game, there were 2 more games left out of 10.

All three of them had already participated in 2 Judgment Games, and the third game carried a very high risk of death.

This meant that two people would likely die.

Choosing one unlucky person from Cai Zhiyuan or Wang Yongxin to die in the Judgment Game would still be difficult to explain to others upon returning to the Community.

Moreover, given their current injuries, it was uncertain if they could even last after returning to the Community.

Since that was the case, why not go all the way?

Ding Wenqiang's hands were already stained with Zhang Peng's life. He had a somewhat "might as well break the pot" mentality now.

But he quickly shook his head.

No, that won't do. There's a difference between one death and two. If one of Cai Zhiyuan or Wang Yongxin dies, I can still make a weak excuse about the game mechanics. But if both die, there's no way to explain it.

For 100,000 minutes of Visa Time, to suffer social death in Community No. 17 and be forever isolated by other players? That's not worth it.

Perhaps I'll participate in similar team-based games later. The survival rate for solo players will be infinitely compressed.

However, just as Ding Wenqiang finally finished his internal struggle and decided to refuse Spectator No. 1's offer, more broadcast messages began to flood in.

[Spectator No. 1 tipped Ding Wenqiang 5000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: Kill them all, 100,000.]

[Spectator No. 7 tipped Ding Wenqiang 5000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: Kill them all, 100,000.]

[Spectator No. 2 tipped Ding Wenqiang 5000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: Kill them all, 100,000.]

[Spectator No. 8 tipped Ding Wenqiang 5000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: Kill them all, 100,000.]

[Spectator No. 3 tipped Ding Wenqiang 2000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: Calm down!]

[Spectator No. 9 tipped Ding Wenqiang 4000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: They are lying!]

Various tips and messages began to scroll across the screen, and Ding Wenqiang's mind fell into chaos once more.

If all five spectators made the same offer, that would be 500,000 minutes of Visa Time.

That was nearly a year!

From the current situation, it seemed that only Judgment Games targeting sinners in the Gallery were mandatory, while others were voluntary sign-ups.

Then, for this year, Ding Wenqiang could completely live a carefree life without participating in any dangerous Gallery games, enjoying life peacefully in the Community.

He could buy whatever he wanted.

Indulging in extravagance and revelry in the safe zone, watching others struggle in Death Games – that sense of security was indescribably wonderful.

This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; if he missed it, he would never encounter it again.

If he could really get a full year of Visa Time, what did it matter if he was isolated by the entire Community?

Given the frequency with which the Gallery opened Judgment Games, could the people in Community No. 17 even survive for a year?

If these people died one after another within a year, who would even know what he had done at this moment?

Ding Wenqiang was indeed moved.

But he thought about it again and felt something was wrong.

Because the 100,000 minutes of visa time promised by these spectators were still just empty promises.

According to the game mechanics, these spectators could reward Ding Wenqiang with information at will, but such promises were not actually bound by the rules.

In other words, they could go back on their word at any time.

If they promised 100,000 minutes of visa time but didn't deliver in the end, Ding Wenqiang would have no recourse.

Although, so far, these spectators had been very trustworthy, and the 10,000 minutes of visa time promised multiple times before had been paid in full quickly, who could guarantee that they wouldn't go back on their word this time?

That was, after all, 100,000 minutes of visa time.

Ding Wenqiang vaguely guessed that there might be some special game mechanics on the spectators' side that allowed them to earn a lot of visa time, and a large part of the prerequisite for this income was the collective death of the prisoners.

That's why the spectators were willing to spare no expense.

They were like a flock of vultures, circling in the sky, waiting to descend and feast on the fresh corpses after the brutal war ended.

But the problem was, Ding Wenqiang didn't know how much profit the spectators could actually gain from it, so he couldn't determine the credibility of the spectators' empty promise.

If the spectators could earn 200,000, then a reward of 100,000 would be reasonable.

If the spectators could only earn 50,000, then a reward of 100,000 would be pure deception.

Although spectator No. 9 also sent a message saying "they are deceiving us," was this message necessarily true?

These spectators were just numbered from 1 to 10, and Ding Wenqiang couldn't tell who they were at all, let alone determine whose words were more credible.

Moreover, what difference did it make whether he listened to the spectators or not? He was the King, and in the end, everything still had to be decided by himself.

When he was a worker, he could only listen to his boss. Now that he was the King, he had to listen to the spectators? Was he destined to be someone else's puppet for his entire life?

Should he take a gamble?

As long as two or three of these spectators kept their promises, this offer would be very tempting.

Seeing Ding Wenqiang lost in thought, with expressions of struggle flashing across his face from time to time, Wang Yongxin's heart sank quickly.

If he could, he would have shouted right now, transferring all the visa time he earned from his last game to Ding Wenqiang, just to buy himself a life.

But unfortunately, he could neither transfer visa time nor shout.

As his stamina drained, he felt his body growing heavier and heavier, and the noose around his neck was tightening.

He couldn't make any sound, only pray in despair.

New broadcasts echoed in Lin Sizhi's room.

[Please cast a fairness vote on the King's actions.]

[Voting results: ××××√×√×××]

[Spectator No. 5 has had 10,000 minutes of visa time deducted.]

[Final Fairness Score: -60]

[Thank you for your evaluation!]

[Please cast a fairness vote on the King's actions.]

[Voting results: √×××××√×××]

[Spectator No. 1 has had 10,000 minutes of visa time deducted.]

[Final Fairness Score: -60]

[Thank you for your evaluation!]

Judging from the voting patterns, more and more spectators were leaning towards casting a dissenting vote.

This also caused the fairness score to continue to drop.