Deceitful Game

Chapter 140 Social Darwinism

Chapter 140 Social Darwinism

The moment the title is activated.

Something cold and slippery slid into Mingpo's brain.

The chilling sensation, like olive oil or sesame oil being dripped onto his back, made him instinctively hold his breath for a moment.

It's like pushing open a door overflowing with light from a dark world!

That cold, slippery "grease" instantly overflowed from his brain and filled Mingpo's entire spine.

Then, they flowed from the spine to all parts of the body!

Mingpo's muscles bulged instantly. He felt as if he was being given endless power, and his control over that power also increased simultaneously. Despite the immense force that could easily crush a chair, he didn't feel like he was "out of control" at all.

Even the brain and thoughts became incredibly clear in an instant—just like the difference between staying up for several sleepless nights and getting a good night's sleep.

Even Mingpo's dependence on and comfort with the title of "madman" itself disappeared.

However, this is not as carefree as "not wearing a title".

In that instant, one's mind suddenly became calm.

That feeling —

It's like only when you put on high-powered noise-canceling headphones that you realize there's noise all around you that you couldn't even perceive before.

Or perhaps it is only in a completely dark room that one realizes that even with one's eyes closed, what one sees is not pure black.

Mingpo's mind suddenly returned to normal. Or rather, it was only then that Mingpo truly realized that he had indeed been abnormal before.

The enhanced thinking ability also made Mingpo suddenly recall something—

He clearly remembered that he wasn't that irritable when he was a child.

That was a very, very long time ago.

This happened before he first met Ai Shiping.

Mingpo played with Shiyue when he was little because Shiyue had a genuinely good personality back then. Even young children, who didn't understand much, enjoyed playing with him—and you know, children have the most acute senses. They can even see through the performances of well-acted adults at a glance.

But----

—When did I start to change?

Complex emotions flowed through Mingpo's heart.

But he didn't waste any time.

Because he only has three minutes—only in these three minutes can his "luck" match Gao Song's and offset Gao Song's luck.

Without the blessing of "luck," as long as he fails to deduce the complete answer with "unparalleled accuracy"—as long as he is forced into the "guessing" stage—Mingpo will inevitably guess wrong.

"Then let me guess, Mr. Gao Song."

Ming Po, who seemed to have grown a size larger, looked at Gao Song and slowly spoke, as if a god were pronouncing the sins of mortals: "You are not the kind of person who is too cowardly to participate in the promotion ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Gao Song's expression turned ugly.

"I did overlook a lot of details before—I must say, the title 'Mistletoe' combined with the 'Lucky' prefix is ​​quite meaningful. As long as you suppress the 'Lucky' attribute, the other party will definitely overlook information that you need them to overlook."

Mingpo said slowly, "Of course I know that what you said may not be the truth."

"But you might say that some of the things you say are related to your subconscious. For example—"

"Although the Deceivers possess the power to reverse time at will like gods, they can be killed with just a single bullet under special circumstances. Therefore, in theory, the age of a Deceivers' organization does not directly affect its strength."

"Suppose that all the Gold-level Deceivers in the world form a new organization, and this history is 1 hour." The new organization will be stronger than all the existing historical organizations.

"The Society of Noble Blood is a survivor of the old era, and it is indeed powerful. For it has a leader who has passed the final test."

Mingpo paused for a moment at this point.

Because he remembered the hallucinations that had once appeared in his mind.

He, in the past—when he was "destitute and impoverished"—seemed to have perished in the final test.

According to this theory, the Society of Noble Blood is indeed powerful. Even at its peak, Mingbo was unable to contend with it.

but----

An organization that is just as old as it is not necessarily as powerful.

"After World War II, the Deceivers were once on the verge of extinction, with only a handful remaining at their lowest point. It wasn't until 2000 that the Deceivers began to revive. The Divine Comedy was a new organization born during that revival movement, while Noble Blood was a Deceivers organization that already existed before that."

"This is why you emphasize that the older the deceitful organization, the more powerful it is, and it is also why you repeatedly emphasize the long history of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce."

"That's because you subconsciously believe that noble blood is ancient and powerful; and the Chinese Chamber of Commerce is ancient, so it is powerful; and you are in the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, so you are powerful."

Mingbo's lips curled up slightly: "That's where your sense of superiority comes from. But unfortunately—you're too smart."

"So, you can't fool yourself. Deep down, you know the Noble Blood Society is far more powerful than the Chinese Business Association. That's why you broke down when I belittled you. Because you knew I was telling the truth."

It's like this: Kakuzu and the First Hokage were from the same era, but even though they fought each other, it doesn't mean they were on the same level.

"You unconsciously mentioned 'strong' and 'powerful' many times. And Xiao Fan is the same way. He also cares a lot about whether someone is strong or not, not just in the game just now, but also in his daily life."

Or—I think, he always chooses to run away because the other party is too strong.

"If two people who are related by blood have the same catchphrases and subconscious tendencies, it is very likely that this is related to their family education."

As Mingpo spoke, he looked down at Gao Fan: "It's like—even though Gao Fan's grandfather is still alive, after his son and daughter-in-law died, he left Gao Fan an orphan and made him fight with his uncle for the family property."

"He is probably a staunch social Darwinist."

Unlike Gao Song, Gao Fan did not panic or feel anxious even when his shortcomings were pointed out.

He simply nodded slowly: "Grandpa does indeed—very fond of describing the power of an existence to us."

"He didn't care about my disability or my personality. Instead, he was pleased with my humility and believed that politeness and obedience to the strong were the proper respect."

"But even so—Grandpa said that Gao Song was the child most like him. And Gao Song—"

As Gao Fan spoke, he looked at his silent uncle opposite him: "But on the contrary, he is the most arrogant and willful person in the family."

"Yes, your grandfather is alive."

Mingbo said meaningfully, "Do you know what this means?"

"Your entry into the Society of Noble Blood must have been arranged by your grandfather."

"Just to save ten months of time, he used his own son and daughter-in-law as tools—ordering his daughter-in-law to bear a child for his other son. This was a tyrannical act that simultaneously reversed the will of three people—and its purpose was merely profit."

"The birth of the pure-blooded charlatan was merely to create a stepping stone for the Gao family to join the noble blood society. If we operate according to his method, we can save at least ten months of resources and avoid the possibility of wasting resources such as failed pregnancies. The only price to pay is to disregard the dignity of his two sons and one daughter-in-law."

"Such traditional capitalist practices—I can tell you're not lying."

Mingpo's expression gradually turned serious, and she looked at Gao Song with pity: "Don't even mention Gao Feng—even you must be angry and resentful about this."

Don't look at me like that!

Gao Song reacted as if he had been electrocuted, his expression instantly contorting and turning ferocious.

Mingpo, however, simply said calmly, "But after Gao Fan became a deceiver, you didn't go looking for him for such a long time—this shows that you yourself are actually unwilling to join the noble bloodline. Or rather—"

"You are unwilling to obey your father's arrangements."

"When Gao Fan was born, Gao Feng and his wife were already con artists, while you were still a mortal. But you killed Gao Feng and his wife only after Gao Fan graduated—which shows that your act of killing them actually freed them from the game of deception."

"In other words, you negated their experience as deceivers by dying with karmic consequences." Now that the old man is alive, the situation is clearly the same—except two people are dead and one is alive.

This is the first scenario that becomes a "paradox": the account is "banned" after someone opens the box.

According to the rules of the Deceitful Game, this title, which doesn't deny one's own motives, can be reissued if someone, causally unrelated to the Gao Feng couple, kills them in the distant past, thus transforming them back into deceivers.

In that case, the Gao couple could instantly retrieve their accounts, merge with their selves locked in the anchor point, and thus be resurrected in the deceptive game.

"You gained your freedom by sending the rest of the Gao family out of the game. Then you should also kill your son Gao Fan—or at least make him a paradox and send him back to the material world."

"The fact that you know I was once Frankenstein means you've seen me before. This suggests you should have used the 'Mistletoe' title effect to secretly follow Gao Fan for a long time. Yet you never killed him."

Mingpo slowly spoke: "Is this love?"

"I don't think so. As Gao Fan said, you are the person most like your father—and your father obviously doesn't love you much."

"So I think it's not that you don't want to do it, but that you can't do it."

"So I think—it's not that you 'don't want a promotion,' but rather that you can't get one."

As she spoke, Mingpo looked at Gao Song's host, "Twenty Faces".

She smiled and nodded to Mingpo, then bowed with her hands clasped together.

Mingpo slowly began, "For example, the old man won't allow you to be promoted."

"She always calls you Mistletoe-sama," but you always address her by her first name. If her behavior is merely a superficial politeness typical of the Japanese, then your rudeness towards your host, as a con artist, can only mean one thing: you are not afraid of her.

"And as 'Twenty Faces' said, when she was still a con artist, her organization was based in Shanghai."

Mingpo asked the host, "You know the old man of the Gao family, right?"

"Yes."

The man with twenty faces said gently, "He was once my leader, who ordered me to give up the promotion ceremony and voluntarily become the game host."

"Gao Feng, Mr. Gao Song, and Miss Fang Taoyao were all deceitful individuals specifically designated for me to take in. I am still here to look after Mr. Gao Song."

"Besides care—there's also surveillance, am I right?"

Mingpo's lips curled up slightly as she said sarcastically, "You and the old man shouldn't just have a captain-teammate relationship, should they?"

"Yes."

"Twenty faces affirmed."

But I don't know which sentence she replied with.