Outside the Peach Courtyard, Li Xiaopang lay on the ground and complained indignantly, "Not only does he never roll a dangerous bluestone illusion, he clearly gets rolls that lead to rich blessings, too. When we rolled to decide the turn order, he rolled a six straight away and took first place. Then, as soon as the game started, he rolled a one. I thought his luck had run out, but who knew the first bluestone illusion wouldn't have any danger at all? And didn't he even get an attack token?"
"Yes, that token was called Ten Thousand Arrows Volley. They even shot at your crotch. There was no dodging them." The Storyteller nodded emphatically.
"Exactly! It's completely unfair. There's no way we can win." Li Xiaopang slowly sat up. "That old lunatic created the game. For all we know, he already knows what a player will face with every step... How are the two of us supposed to fight him?!"
"Don't get too discouraged!" The Storyteller wanted to comfort him.
"My eyelids froze shut. Have yours ever frozen shut? I drank piss in the snow and ice. Have you? The Gravel Giant punched yesterday's shit right out of me. Has that ever happened to you?!..." Li Xiaopang demanded tearfully, question after question. "You don't understand. You don't understand my suffering at all...!"
The Storyteller looked at him with pity, then analyzed the situation. "Attack tokens can be used on other people. In other words... if three people team up and enter the game together, they can gang up on Zhou Taozhi. So it's actually reasonable for him to have an edge in certain rules."
"Is he your dad? Why are you still speaking up for him?!" Li Xiaopang no longer felt any fear toward the Storyteller, only resentment.
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