Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Impersonating a God
Chapter 889

Plan... Going Smoothly?

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"Bang!"

A bubble spat out by a starfish exploded above the side of the ice, becoming the first bubble to cross the "defensive line."

The corrosive liquid inside the bubble splashed down toward Nineteen.

"Watch out!"

Wang Jiu warned him, but did nothing to actually help Nineteen.

Nineteen, however, remained calm. He merely raised a hand, and a large black umbrella slid out from his sleeve.

Then the large umbrella opened!

"Whoosh!"

The liquid, several times more corrosive than concentrated sulfuric acid, poured down, yet failed to cause the umbrella any substantial damage.

"Hiss—!"

Wisps of white smoke rose from the umbrella's surface as some of the liquid evaporated directly on it.

But even more of the liquid... did not run off the umbrella's surface. Instead, it was directly absorbed by the black umbrella.

"How did one get through?"

Only after dealing with everything did Nineteen turn to question Chlorpromazine and Wang Jiu.

Under their assumed division of labor, he was only responsible for creating the ice and clearing out nearby starfish when convenient.

The bubble attacks created by distant starfish were not his responsibility.

"We've gone too deep. There are far more monsters here than before, and the fog is getting denser." Although they were only temporarily cooperating, Wang Jiu showed no goodwill toward this member of the "Marauders." "On top of that, we've been moving for over ten minutes. I'm a person, not a machine with infinite stamina and energy. Mistakes caused by fatigue are inevitable."

Chlorpromazine's reply was much more straightforward. "Don't put pressure on me. I'm only 'Tier 1.' I've already done my best—the fact that anything got through just means I'm lousy!"

Nineteen exhaled. "Fine. Then keep a closer eye on things."

"The main issue is how much farther we have to go. Wasn't it

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