Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Impersonating a God
Chapter 1762

Heaven-Slaying Absolute Formation, Heart-Peering Tracking

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Because of the strict internal Discipline and review mechanism of "Order", even though "Order" now has a large number of members, if you hear that a "Player" is from "Order" in the [Instance] or the Ten Realms, you can still regard that person as an absolutely "upright" person.

They are generally friendly and very responsible towards other "Player" and native "humans" of the Ten Realms.

Although, under the influence of the "Grandmaster," a considerable number of members of "Order" do not believe that "people" in the Ten Realms enjoy the same human rights as people in the Real World, that is basically only the standard of judgment when social stability and the rights of "Player" conflict with each other in the Real World.

Even a "Grandmaster" would never stand idly by if they saw another "Player" killing another native resident of the Prison Mountain Realm without any reason, and the other party was definitely not a heinous criminal.

For Lin Yu, Qin Siyu was even a companion with whom he had engaged in activities for a period of time.

This is why the mysterious "Player" tried to threaten Lin Yu with Qin Siyu's life—because, logically speaking, a member of "Order" would definitely be hampered by such a threat.

Unfortunately, Lin Yu doesn't follow the rules in this respect.

The ethereal voice fell silent for a long time after Lin Yu's seemingly provocative remark—while Qin Siyu continued to speak.

"Yes, senior, don't let him threaten you. You have more important things to do. You can't be threatened," Qin Siyu said, crossing her arms as if convincing herself. "It's okay, I can protect myself... Yes, senior, you should do that."

Qin Siyu repeated herself, her voice trembling slightly.

"But senior, if I really die here today, could you please help me regain my existence...?"

That ethereal voice rang out again after that.

"I understand... I understand, you're just trying to fool me by showing that you don't care about this woman, right?"

"The more indifferent you seem to be about her, the less likely I am to make a move... so she'll be safer, is that your plan?"

Upon hearing the other person's words, Lin Yu said in a deep voice, "I thought you would have some judgment... Can't you tell whether I'm serious or not?"

The ethereal voice rang out again. "Judging from your tone, I certainly think you're serious, but... would your 'tone,' or even your 'demeanor' and 'Microexpressions' if I saw you now, really be any convincing?"

"After all, your 'Profession' is 'Film Emperor,' and the Authority that best suits you is 'drama'—at least in my opinion, your 'acting skills' are what you should be most wary of, and they deserve more attention than your 'Unique Profession' ability itself."

As the other person spoke, Lin Yu chuckled softly.

"What do you take 'acting skills,' or rather, my 'acting skills,' for? I'm just a student who's just started studying acting. Even for the best Actor in the world, 'acting skills' are just a kind of 'technique.' How could they possibly have the effect of 'deceiving the real from the fake' in everyday life?"

The ethereal voice sighed upon hearing Lin Yu's disdainful remarks, which seemed to dismiss them as "funny."

"I admit I'm an amateur, but your attempt to fool amateurs won't work on me—to deal with you, I've seriously studied what the world's best 'Actor' can do. ' Method Acting Actor, after immersing themselves in a role, can even completely change their self-identity; even when hypnotized, they'll still feel like they are the character they're playing."

"And you," Director, "... you just happen to be so outstanding that I'm not surprised at all that you can use 'acting skills' as a tool in your daily life, as a weapon in the process of participating in the Death game '."

"You have no idea how much research I did—I even watched the videotapes of your school's club arts performances. Putting aside the rough costumes and props, just watching your 'performance,' I would almost think you were a 'decrepit European Noble.'"

"Given that I know you're capable of this, your 'performance'... should be the least trustworthy part of you."

The other person paused for a moment, then said, "Just like I know, you're still trying to stall for time to find me—but it's no use. I'll kill Qin Siyu right now."

"Anyway, I don't think that taking action will necessarily expose me, so it's worth the gamble."

Qin Siyu's expression changed drastically, and she immediately threw out two Hidden Weapons, which landed on the ground.

"Senior—I'm outta here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, bright yellow smoke rose up and filled the entire room.

Then, Qin Siyu's presence suddenly vanished.

Although both "Player" in the room clearly possessed extremely strong stealth abilities, they hadn't even revealed their location during their back-and-forth conversation...

However, Qin Siyu, as a notorious thief in the Prison Mountain Realm, is also quite skilled at concealment.

It's just a pity...

No matter how good her concealment and escape skills were, she couldn't use them at all now!

"Buzz--!"

It sounded like the plucking of harp strings, the high-pitched and resonant notes instantly dispersing the bright yellow smoke!

Moonlight streamed into the room through the window, revealing hundreds of gleaming Silver Threads that made the spacious room almost impossible to move around in!

Qin Siyu stood on one leg, arms half-open, struggling to maintain this difficult position, not daring to move an inch.

Because if any part of her body moves even half an inch, it will be cut open by the Silver Threads!

Furthermore, several Silver Threads of blood had already formed on Qin Siyu's chest, lower abdomen, right thigh, and under her left armpit.

At the same time, a handful of Emei Piercer, cut into three pieces, lay scattered at Qin Siyu's feet—the Silver Threads, though thin, were remarkably tough and sharp.

Even weapons made of fine steel can be easily cut in half.

A clear, ethereal voice rang out. "Huh, they really didn't make a move."

Lin Yu's voice rang out again. "Don't underestimate this 'Moon-Exploring Star-Plucking.' You can't kill her with this level of skill—of course, even if she had really died just now, I wouldn't have made a move."

The ethereal voice chuckled, "Heh... but even though I made my move, you still couldn't catch me, could you?"

Lin Yu did not reply immediately.

Three seconds later, Lin Yu's voice came from... the direction of the roof.

That's not necessarily true.

Then...

"Boom!"

The roof tiles were suddenly blown off by the explosion, and in an instant, the night sky and moonlight poured down.

Qin Siyu didn't dare to look up at all when she heard the loud noise; she could only strain her eyes to try and see what had happened.

On the remaining half of the roof, two figures appeared.

A handsome young man with black hair, dressed in a hospital gown, stood on the broken half of the roof, his feet planted on the remaining round wooden pillars, his hands holding a long spear horizontally, like a cross wedge.

And standing opposite him...

It was a slender figure wearing a gray Smiling Mask and a loose, moon-white robe. Her long hair was tied up at the back of her head, with a plum blossom Card Key on her forehead, and a Changyi Saber hidden in a dark blue scabbard hung at her waist.

The long sword had no guard and looked as slender as its owner—the Smiling Mask's fingers rested lightly on the hilt, his ten fingers white and delicate as scallions, hardly resembling the hands of a swordsman.

Even though Martial Town was considered a "livable" place in Wind Prison, the wind still howled fiercely at night, causing the two men's clothes and hair to flutter wildly.

The two faced off on the rooftop for a long time before the Smiling Mask spoke again—this time his voice still sounded ethereal, but it was no longer distant or empty; it was clearly the voice of a gentle young man.

"The 'Creator's' bomb, Mist Island's hospital gown, and this spear from the Prison Mountain Realm... your [Item] system is quite complex."

Standing opposite him, Lin Yu, dressed in a hospital gown, spoke softly, "Your [Item] are quite strange... At first glance, they seem to be from Prison Mountain, but they don't quite resemble either."

The Smiling Mask explained, "Because I crafted and refined them all myself."

Lin Yu nodded slightly.

"I see... Impressive."

He praised her generously.

The Smiling Mask spoke again, "You're not bad either, you actually managed to find me—when those 'Sky-Blue Threads' were activated, I myself shouldn't have emitted any energy fluctuations."

"Yes, no, but these things will reveal something else," Lin Yu said softly. "Your methods, your decision to attack, combined with your conversation, your understanding of me, your prior arrangements, your caution... are enough for me to get to know you on short notice."

"You are cautious and meticulous, and... you don't actually like fighting much, so the reason you came to cause me trouble is indeed because the 'Diviner' gave you certain conditions that you couldn't ignore, leaving you 'no choice' to do it."

"So, you actually still don't like direct conflict with me, especially since I seem very 'uncontrollable' and unpredictable... Therefore, you will try your best to avoid 'fighting' with me—which also reflects another characteristic hidden beneath your 'caution' and 'meticulousness'... your 'desire for control'."

"At this point, I've vaguely guessed who you are—if I combine your information with that of another guy I already know, I can probably 'analyze' where you are."

"You always have this habit of 'planning,' and then finding a place where you can 'oversee the whole picture' while remaining detached from the situation to observe it all... isn't that right?"

"Cold Cicada... I didn't find where you were, but rather I 'deduced' where you should be."

Lin Yu said in a low voice.

Standing opposite Lin Yu, Cold Cicada listened to Lin Yu's words, removed her hand from the hilt of the sword, and gently patted her palm.

"That was truly brilliant, Director..."

"I'm starting to understand why you, even though you're only 'Tier 2,' are... valued so much!"

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