Deceitful Game

Chapter 62 Deceivers are the parasites of the world

Mingpo's mind raced, but she didn't stand still.

As he abruptly retreated, he looked in the direction from which the bullet had come.

He was a "killer" in a rather stereotypical way—even underground, he still wore sunglasses, a white mask, and dressed in gray-black clothes, with a gray-black bag on his back.

Because he was almost entirely devoid of color, Mingpo subconsciously didn't notice him when she went out.

For charlatans who can only judge others' identities by whether they possess color, this is precisely a form of "camouflage."

He noticed that the gun was still aimed at him, so without thinking, he hid back in the subway.

However, his footing remained unchanged.

He could clearly see through the window that the man took out a bright red chip and put it into the "gun" in his hand.

The next moment, he aimed directly at himself.

Despite the glass separating them, Mingpo suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

"Don't look at him."

An unnamed voice sounded from beside him.

She somehow ended up on the subway with him and pulled him along.

At that moment, another bullet was fired.

Mingpo saw it clearly this time—

Neither the subway nor the glass offered any resistance to the bullet.

That red light in the black and white world completely ignored the existence of the material world and brushed past Mingpo's ear!

After the bullet missed, the other party immediately stopped attacking and lowered their gun.

Mingbo, however, continued to stare at him.

As the subway slowly started moving, Mingpo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I told you, don't look at him."

The nameless voice, seemingly carefree, sounded at Mingpo's waist: "He's a 'keen killer.' If you don't look at him, he might miss you... but if you stare at him, he'll have X-ray vision."

Mingbo turned to look at her and found that Wuming had somehow turned into a blonde little girl dressed as Little Red Riding Hood.

He grabbed the other man by the collar, lifted him up, and slammed him against the subway wall.

"Do you think I won't hurt you if you turn into a child?"

Mingpo said in a chilling tone, "I hate kids the most."

"I saved you twice, you know," Wuming said, somewhat disgruntled.

"I know. Otherwise, you would already be dead."

"Mingbo said calmly."

This is by no means empty talk.

If it weren't for Wuming's two consecutive pushes and pulls, which inexplicably allowed him to dodge the gunman's shots, the first thing he would have done upon getting into the car would have been to twist Wuming's head off.

It was precisely because the other party had indeed saved him that Mingpo had the patience to listen to her explanation...

After all, even though he was saved by someone who was nameless...

But if Mingpo hadn't come here, he wouldn't have been assassinated at all!

"Even if you didn't come here, you would still be assassinated."

Wuming showed no sign of nervousness.

She simply stared at Mingpo and said earnestly, "And you only believe me now that you've come here, don't you?"

Mingpo was silent for a moment, then put her down.

That makes sense.

Given Mingpo's suspicious nature, it's unlikely he would believe Nameless's words unless he actually saw the assassin.

"But there's another possibility: that person was someone you hired. Otherwise, why wouldn't he attack you?"

Mingpo said in a low voice, "Why did he attack me? I don't even know him... and I haven't offended anyone."

Wuming didn't directly respond to Mingpo's question, but instead asked, "Aren't you curious about how I called you?"

Mingpo didn't ask, but simply stared silently at Wuming.

She seemed a little bored and pouted.

She answered her question: "That was 'One Missed Call,' the 'treasure' I borrowed."

"—That gun is also a 'treasure.' Once it hits the deceiver, it can stop their time."

……treasure?

Mingpo frowned slightly.

He suddenly remembered his mirror, his wine cabinet, and that strange television set whose purpose he didn't know.

The nameless man slowly said, "When a person dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, they become a '聻'; when a '聻' dies, they become a '希'; when a '希' dies, they become a '夷'... Have you heard this saying before?"

"The Records of the Netherworld...right?"

Mingpo spoke slowly, his tone softening.

He seemed to understand.

If people become "wrongfully deceased" after they die, and then these wrongfully deceased give rise to charlatans... if a charlatan dies in a promotion game, he will become a "host".

—If the host were to die, what would he become?

"Were the treasures transformed from the deceased host?"

"Some are corrupted presenters, and some are corrupted charlatans."

The nameless man chuckled and made a beheading gesture: "These 'monsters,' defeating them will 'drop equipment'!"

Upon hearing this, Mingpo understood.

—It really was my own wine cabinet that caused this trouble.

I don't know how others found out...

But Mingpo didn't admit it, instead asking, "What does this have to do with me?"

Instead of giving a riddle, Nameless said directly, "There is a deceitful organization called 'Divine Comedy.' They are all players led by 'Limbo'."

"You've probably heard of 'Limbo,' right? One of the most famous hosts, he collects powerful titles and awards them to players he favors. He can do this because he possesses a secret artifact called the 'Shrine of Dionysus.' This artifact allows the Deceiver to hold multiple titles across multiple realms simultaneously and can bestow those titles upon anyone who meets the requirements."

"But not long ago... he said something."

"He claimed that he would no longer distribute titles. He was preparing for resurrection and therefore intended to hand over all the treasures he possessed to others. This naturally included the 'Shrine of Dionysus'—any organization that possessed this treasure would become at least two levels stronger."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Mingpo remained unmoved and simply continued to ask in return.

"Perhaps it's unrelated."

Wuming simply smiled and did not respond to those words.

She continued, "But Limbo says he's ready to hand over the Dionysian Shrine to a new player."

"The specific start time was six months ago, and the end time is still unknown."

"—Therefore, the charlatan who was able to obtain this treasure... must be the charlatan who was born half a year ago."

As Wuming finished speaking, his piercing gaze turned to Mingpo: "Among them, there will always be one lucky one who possesses the 'Dionysian Shrine'."

No wonder those people looked at me with such fear.

Mingpo suddenly realized something.

Those charlatans who exchange information are not afraid of me because they "don't hide their faces," but because they realize I am a newcomer and worry that communicating with me will get them into trouble.

"What if...this newborn hasn't been born yet?"

Mingbo remained unmoved, calmly analyzing: "Limbo only said that he intends to hand it over to a new player, right? Let's not even talk about whether that's true or not... and it's only 'preparing'."

"Indeed."

Nameless nodded: "So, some Deceivers are starting to create new Deceivers. This is also to disrupt and delay the actions of other organizations. You're not the only one who's been murdered, which is why I said... it's just 'possible' that they're targeting you."

"...Creating, a new deceiver?"

Upon hearing this, Mingpo felt a buzzing in her head.

He suddenly realized something.

That was a sentence that Mo once mentioned:

[—In deceptive games, there is never a strictly defined "organizer"; the entire system is self-sustaining.]

If the entire system is self-circulating.

So...

Mingpo pressed on urgently, "The birth of a deceiver... how exactly is a 'wrongfully deceased' determined?"

"You probably guessed it already."

Wuming looked at his burning gaze without wavering in the slightest.

The emotions involved were so complex that Mingpo couldn't quite understand them.

She seemed to know herself.

But he didn't remember her.

She spoke softly: "The so-called 'wrongfully killed'... are ordinary people who were erased from the world by those who deceive the world."

"Those who were innocently killed in the past but had no direct connection with their own karma are called 'those who died unjustly'."

"Those who search for the 'Shrine of Dionysus,' those who prevent others from obtaining the 'Shrine of Dionysus'... they've gone mad. So..."

"...There will be many new charlatans emerging recently."

The girl, whose true face was unknown, said softly, "More and more people are being drawn into this game of deception. Nobody knows... if this wave will ever end."

Name after name flashed through Mingpo's mind.

Lin Ya, Chen Bingwen, "Raccoon"...

Gu Ke'er, Shi Yue...

Also, Ai Shiping.

Is it possible for everyone to be drawn into this deceptive game?

Do you understand?

The nameless man said, "You're in a dangerous situation... Would you like to come with us?"

"I see."

Mingpo spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.

"Deceitful people... are the parasites of the world."

Only by killing everyone alive can this world be saved.