Reality, an unknown city in an unknown province, some museum.
Zhen Xin stood before an exhibit assembled from twelve scalpels, her brows slightly furrowed.
Zero points.
Her score on the Path to Godhood was zero.
But interestingly, her score on the Ladder of Audience was 3. This meant that the God of Merriment had highly praised her performance in the previous trial, yet Silence had been cursing about it.
Why was that?
Had the secret been wrong? Where had she gone wrong?
Zhen Xin replayed the scenes from her recent memories one by one in her mind. After reviewing them, she marked out the doubts in her heart once more. One was the timing of the Foolish Game's descent, and the other was Zhang Jizu's concealment of Cheng Shi's identity... No, it would be more accurate to say his questioning of it.
That Death Chosen One had clearly seen through something. That was why he had mentioned such a precise point in time as "the end of the fourth month." Yet looking back through Cheng Shi's memories, at the end of the fourth month he had merely taken part in an extremely ordinary Special Trial, and the trial had nothing to do with Deception. His teammates had been utterly unremarkable as well. There was no way they could have happened to encounter the Foolish Game at the right time.
Or rather, in the first six months of the Faith Game, he had never even known the name "Foolish Game." He must have encountered it only in the past two months. But why had Zhang Jizu asked that question?
Had Cheng Shi deceived him?
Interesting. If that was the case, then the composition of the Clowns was quite intriguing.
Everyone appeared to treat one another sincerely, yet they still kept lies