Deceitful Game

Chapter 107 The Power from the Demon

Why aren't your eyes yellow?

Mingpo's pupils suddenly contracted.

哢哒.

The instant I heard those words.

Mingpo clearly heard a crisp click from the depths of her mind.

It's like pressing a switch.

He stared blankly into the little girl's dim, yellowish eyes, the world spinning before his eyes.

It was like being dragged into a warm, swirling ocean by a vortex; the warm, salty seawater filled his mouth and nose, making him instantly stop breathing. Next came his ears.

It was like putting on noise-canceling headphones; the world around me instantly became incredibly quiet. It was as if I were completely separated from the rest of the world. Finally, it was my eyes...

In a daze, Mingpo saw another world.

It is not from "one's own" perspective, but from a third-person perspective that looks down on everything.

"So, you let those two off the hook?"

A little girl with long, flowing black hair reaching her waist and dim yellow eyes asked softly with interest, "Couldn't you have killed everyone?" Her ethereal voice floated behind him like a ghost.

"Ah, yes. After all, they escaped from the illusion I created... As newcomers, their resilience is admirable, and I think they deserve some... reward."

Mingpo revealed a malicious smile, his pupils equally murky: "However, I specifically hinted to them that they could use chips to go back to the beginning of the game and change everything. If nothing unexpected happens, they should try using the chips as soon as they leave the game."

"I wonder if, when they see the chips burning and do nothing... they can sense the true meaning behind this behavior amidst their despair. After all, I didn't realize this until after the second game."

"If they had realized the truth in the 'Prologue,' they might have been able to stop me. I sincerely look forward to the birth of the 'Hero.'"

"Big brother... do you still enjoy causing trouble for your future self?"

"That's called adding variables, you little devil."

Mingpo's voice was deep and magnetic.

He stood on the roof of the teaching building, holding an iced can of cola in his right hand, and said leisurely, "Wouldn't it be very boring if this terrible world remained unchanged? You think so too, right?"

"I'm very interested! What choices will they make if they get the intelligence and go back to the beginning!"

"Are you going to be my enemy, or are you planning to beg for mercy?"

"Is she planning to run away? Or... is she really trying to protect everyone, as she said when she broke down?"

Mingpo laughed heartily, opening her arms wide: "I really want to see if those people who were crying and begging would act the way they cried if they really had a second chance."

He had even stepped halfway out, using only his heel to hold his body in place.

He finished the last sip of his cola and casually tossed the empty can into the distance.

Watching the empty can slide out in a beautiful parabola, Mingpo murmured, "I really want to see that."

At sunset.

There were only the two of them in the sky.

Or rather... there were only the two of them "alive".

Right behind Mingpo, four or five people lay on the ground, their eyes tightly closed, as if they had lost consciousness or had fallen into a nightmare.

Mingbo, however, was completely unsuspecting of them.

...That might not just be confidence.

It's more like... a desire for self-destruction.

Even though the little girl gently placed her hand on Mingpo's lower back, Mingpo's whole body remained completely relaxed.

Even the instant those cold fingers touched his body, he felt no tension whatsoever.

"Big brother..."

The demon murmured softly, "Why use my power? The power of the Twilight Seed... it's probably not suitable for leading others." "You know quite a lot, little demon."

Mingpo smiled and said, "However, since we've already fallen into the twilight path... it doesn't really matter who we sign with."

As he spoke, he leaned slightly forward.

Just as he lost his balance and was about to fall from the sky...

He suddenly exerted his core strength and straightened his body again.

Playing with his own life like this, he casually said, "You're right, the paths of 'virtue' and 'power' are more suitable for leading other deceivers. After all, the path of 'slaughter' will be instinctively rejected by players from the material world... after all, it's a path already corrupted by twilight. Just like wild beasts fear fire, it's 'experience' etched into their biological instincts."

"But now... is it too difficult for me to turn back?"

Mingpo didn't turn around, but said jokingly, "Don't you think that telling me to walk the path of virtue... will frighten others?"

"Big brother...aren't you trying to ruin this game?"

As Wangliang spoke softly, he reached out and pushed Mingpo down.

Just as Mingpo's body was about to fall, he forcefully straightened himself again.

It's like a roly-poly toy... or like a swing.

This is a game he uses to amuse himself.

"yes."

This time, Mingpo didn't move. He simply stood on the edge of death and softly replied, "I swore to end this game... at any cost." His pupils were a deep, dim yellow.

That was the power of the demons.

A single glance can plunge someone into the most terrifying illusions of their heart.

He stared at the setting sun as if trying to drive it into despair.

"But if it really is at all costs..."

The demon floated up, its cold and illusory body drawing even closer.

She reached out and hugged Mingpo's shoulders, whispering in his ear, "Why won't you even give up your own self, big brother?" "...Are you trying to tempt me to kill myself, you demon?"

Mingpo narrowed her eyes.

"Why not? That should also be a form of 'death,' shouldn't it?"

The demon whispered, "..."

Her last words were deliberately muted.

"Seven down..."

Mingpo pondered for a moment: "It's not impossible."

As he said this, he leaned forward.

This time, instead of straightening his body, he continued to fall forward.

"ah!"

The next moment, Mingpo opened her eyes and rolled over to sit up.

He was panting heavily, his eyes sharp as a hawk's as he scanned his surroundings.

nobody.

The little girl seemed to have never existed; she vanished without a trace.

...What happened?

Could it be... mental derangement caused by the title of "madman"? Or is it a hallucination? Or...?

Was it a dream?

Mingpo frowned.

But………

He felt it didn't quite seem like it.

Do people really dream about things they don't know or have never seen?

But if you call it an illusion... it feels so real.

Or perhaps, it's a memory?

A memory that I had forgotten?