Double Kill!

The change came too quickly. It was completely unexpected.

After seeing Lone Supporter's Mask of Pain, he suddenly became excited again, like a madman.

Even Yimo was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help grabbing him and saying, "Keep your voice down. What happened?"

Lone Supporter also realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly crouched down, glanced at the high school student and the married woman, then lowered his voice and said to Yimo,

"The Exorcism Talisman! I got it!"

Excitedly, he pulled an item from his pocket. It was a small golden wooden plaque covered in complicated red characters. Though they looked like ghostly scribbles, they somehow made people feel comfortable and safe.

"I guess this counts as a blessing in disguise. We're much safer now!"

Lone Supporter didn't hold back and told Yimo directly. The two of them stared at the Exorcism Talisman, intending to study it carefully.

Yes, study it carefully—figure out how to survive until the end!

But... before they could examine it properly, the system's notification chime rang out, and the Exorcism Talisman, which had been like a lifeline, vanished from Lone Supporter's hand.

"Ding-ling."

Game Participants: 8

Deaths: 2

Survivor Faction Deaths +1.

The system loli's voice was like a devil's whisper, echoing in the minds of the two stunned people.

Less than a minute had passed since the killer's death and the appearance of the new killer.

Yet another survivor had already been killed!

And the Exorcism Talisman, which had just been randomly assigned to Lone Supporter, had barely warmed in his hands before the system assigned it to someone else again.

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The viewpoint returned to the starting room.

After Horse Hunter was assigned as the killer, he looked at the countdown in the upper-right corner of his vision, then at the pair of newcomer lambs before him. He couldn't help grinning from ear to ear.

Hahaha...

This was practically free!

Horse Hunter had already played four Death Games. In every game, there had been rookie players entering the game for the first time, just like this pair of men and women before him.

They didn't understand the situation, shouted and screamed annoyingly, or simply sat on the floor and started crying.

If they were from the same survivor faction, Horse Hunter might have cursed at them a few times before ignoring them.

But the situation was obvious now. He was the killer, while these two idiots were survivors delivering free points to him.

"Hey, rookies."

"It's normal that you don't understand the situation, but don't worry. You've run into a veteran who's played four games."

"You two are pretty much my type, so I'll explain what's going on."

Horse Hunter smiled and moved to sit on a cardboard box filled with things.

But Blond Boy was quick to curry favor. He hurried over, wiped the dust off the box with his sleeve, and said to Horse Hunter, "Big Brother, sit!"

Then he said to the Little Punk Girl beside him, "Stop crying. With Big Brother protecting us, what's there to be afraid of?"

Hearing this, the Little Punk Girl hid in Blond Boy's arms. Somewhat afraid of Horse Hunter's red eyes, she nodded. "Big Brother... okay..."

Seeing how adept Blond Boy was at pleasing him, Horse Hunter nodded. Because his movements were restricted, he couldn't leave the one-meter area around himself or touch anyone else. "You're pretty good at handling things, kid. The little girl looks a bit stupid, but since she's acknowledged me as her big brother, I can't be heartless either."

"You've been caught up in something huge."

"Did you suddenly faint, stay in a pure-white space for a while, and then wake up here?"

The two hurriedly nodded.

Horse Hunter said, "Heh. You've been dragged into the Death Game."

"There's a massive illegal organization that captures people through drugging, injections, kidnapping, and various other methods. Then it organizes Death Games and has wealthy people place bets, holding the thrilling gamble they enjoy."

"Not only were you drugged, you were also implanted with chips. So it's perfectly normal for the things you see and hear to be different."

The two of them were dumbfounded. How had they inexplicably been dragged into something like this?

The Little Punk Girl couldn't stop crying again. She mumbled that her parents were very wealthy, and that they would pay anything if she were allowed to leave.

After recovering from his initial shock, Blond Boy immediately asked, "Big Brother... are you also..."

Horse Hunter was merely making up a story, waiting for his restrictions to be lifted so he could start killing them. He continued spinning nonsense with Blond Boy, and it actually sounded rather convincing. He immediately frowned and patted his chest. "Fuck, don't compare me with those idiots. I'm only here for the money."

"The victor of every game gets a huge cash prize!"

Hearing this, Blond Boy admired him even more. He nearly knelt down and kowtowed, ready to acknowledge him as family on the spot.

Horse Hunter, however, acted as though he placed great importance on brotherly loyalty in the Martial World. "Hahaha, I'm only helping you because you know how to handle things. The little girl in your arms comes from a wealthy family."

"Those rich spectators love dramatic entertainment. You two were just captured, so follow me and kill everyone else."

"That'll create the drama they want, and the game can end."

"That's right, little girl. I saved your life, so later, about the money..."

Hearing this, Little Punk Girl hurriedly said, "Big Brother, thank you so much! I'll definitely have my parents thank you properly later. They'll give you one hundred thousand—no, no! One million!"

Horse Hunter had more or less gained their trust. Seeing that less than a minute remained on the countdown, he began probing them. "By the way, did the system notify either of you that you received something?"

"That thing is a lifesaving charm. If you have it, keep it in your hand. No one can do anything to you!"

Little Punk Girl shook her head through her tears.

Blond Boy said, "What thing? Is it really that supernatural?"

"Where do we find it?"

As he spoke, Blond Boy began searching around them.

Horse Hunter watched the countdown in the upper-right corner.

Ten seconds, nine seconds...

Three seconds, one second...

At last, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he burst out laughing. "Hahaha... you don't need to look!"

As he spoke, a large cleaver suddenly appeared in his hand, and he swung it at Blond Boy's head.

Blond Boy had happened not to find anything useful. When he turned around, he saw the cleaver appear out of nowhere in Horse Hunter's hand and come chopping toward him.

He was instantly startled. His street-fighting instincts made him jump backward on reflex, dodging the blow. Then he hurriedly scrambled up and shielded the Little Punk Girl, who was too frightened to move. "Big Brother, what are you doing?"

Horse Hunter looked at the two of them as though they were a pair of white mice. In no hurry at all, he rested the cleaver on his shoulder and smiled. "What am I doing?"

"Obviously, I'm killing you!"

"Hahaha..."

"You two idiots are killing me!"

With that, he carried the cleaver toward them.

Blond Boy immediately realized that the big brother he had just acknowledged had betrayed him. Angrily, he hurriedly said, "Big Brother, that's not honorable!"

Horse Hunter ignored him completely.

And Blond Boy?

Staring at the gleaming cleaver and Horse Hunter's bull-like build, he was still young after all. He was afraid.

He suddenly fell to his knees. "Big Brother, please, don't kill me!"

"I'm only seventeen! I still have a younger sister in elementary school. I usually have to look after her!"

"Let me go, and I'll become your mole. I'll find all of them for you!"

"Th-then..."

"If you have to kill someone, kill her!"

As Blond Boy spoke, he actually hid behind the Little Punk Girl and used her as a shield. His eyes darted around slyly, as though he wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Horse Hunter saw everything. He drove them into a corner with interest, then looked down at them and nodded. "Well, having one more helper isn't impossible."

"Except..."

"Fuck! I hate people who use women as shields the most!"

"Go to hell!"

He raised the cleaver and suddenly struck, chopping at Blond Boy's head.

"Ah!!!" The Little Punk Girl squeezed her eyes shut in fright and screamed. A pool of liquid had already appeared on the floor.

What happened next?

Was Blond Boy's head split open, with blood spraying everywhere?

No.

"Ah!!!!" A miserable scream rang out.

It did not come from Blond Boy. It came from Horse Hunter.

His full-force strike landed on Blond Boy's head, but the blade couldn't cut down even a fraction. Pure golden light radiated from Blond Boy's body and shone onto Horse Hunter.

Immediately afterward, Horse Hunter's clothes burst into flames. His skin began to decay, and black smoke continuously poured from the top of his head. Staring at Blond Boy in disbelief, he roared, "You... why is it on you?!"

Blond Boy clearly looked like a rookie, and he had seemed terrified of death. There was no way he should have been carrying that so-called Exorcism Talisman!

As for Blond Boy, he no longer looked timid and submissive. He climbed up from the floor, walked coldly over to Horse Hunter, and kicked him hard several times, mocking him disdainfully. "Hahaha, you big idiot with a simple mind and strong limbs!"

"The useless person I mentioned at the beginning included you too, hahaha!"

As Blond Boy spoke, his eyes gradually turned red. He picked up the cleaver lying on the floor and poked Horse Hunter's cursing mouth with it before saying coldly, "You've played four games and already come here pretending to be a veteran. How interesting."

"Hehe, I've played seven games, yet I still pretended to be a rookie to trick idiots like you."

"People as conceited as you are always the easiest to fool."

"But this game is rather boring. Aside from you, only that pink-haired bitch is somewhat dangerous."

"I'll kill you first, then her."

"Hahaha..."

Blond Boy crouched beside Horse Hunter and kept muttering, "Yap, yap, yap." Horse Hunter could only widen his eyes and glare at him fiercely, as though he intended to say that he would never let him off even as a ghost.

But... Blond Boy had seen that kind of look far too many times. He didn't care in the slightest. He simply watched as Horse Hunter was slowly burned into a completely dried corpse, then turned to look at the Little Punk Girl, who had been frightened into curling up in the corner. She kept shaking her head, as though something had gone wrong with her mind.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Please, don't kill me!!!"

And Blond Boy?

Carrying the cleaver, he walked over with a gentle smile. He bent down and lightly stroked her head. "You're so beautiful. How could I bear to kill you?"

Under the warmth of Blond Boy's voice, the girl finally raised her head slightly. Like a frightened little rabbit, she nodded timidly. A glimmer appeared in her eyes, as though she had seen her savior.

Then...

"Swish..."

The cleaver in Blond Boy's hand suddenly fell.

Survivor count.

Decreased by one.

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After finishing all this, Blond Boy trembled with excitement from head to toe.

He loved watching hope fill people's eyes before they fell into hell!

He loved it most of all!

Carrying the cleaver, he left the room while humming a tune, in no hurry at all.

"Which little mouse should I find first?"

"Oh my~ This place is so big. It won't be easy to search~"

He smiled, pulled an R Card out of thin air, and activated its effect.

R Card activated: Sense of Smell enhanced fivefold. Effect duration: 5 minutes.

Blond Boy stretched out his neck like a pervert and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. Suddenly, his whole body trembled several more times, and he became even more excited.

"Hahaha, what a wonderful scent..."

"It really is fate. I never expected the person closest to me to be you!"

"Perfect, perfect. I'll deal with the most dangerous-looking one first, then we can play a proper game of cat and mouse!"

The sound of the cleaver dragging across the ground echoed through the dim mine tunnel, like the Grim Reaper knocking on the Death Knell, sending a chill of fear through everyone's heart.