Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

Chapter 723: The Second Reinforcements

Even with Li Nian's explanation, Phantom now had a general understanding of Good Night's abilities, but he still couldn't think of any good countermeasures.

After all, this kind of pure enhancement-type ability was inherently difficult to counter.

As for Good Night, he was fighting with increasing ferocity, wielding the smoke-spewing keyboard like a vengeful ghost as he lunged at Phantom, muttering under his breath.

"Shit, you young, hopeful bastard awakened the 'Magician' class, which sounds really cool, so you must have dreams, right? Your family must be well-off too, and your hair is this thick, so unfair, do you have any idea what kind of environment I was born into and what I went through to stand here tonight? Do you know how terrifying it is to wake up every midnight fearing the air raid sirens at four in the morning, worrying about an invasion from the north? Do you know what it feels like to smuggle into this country, have no identity documents, get cheated by a heartless boss at a factory, work twelve hours a day for ten consecutive days before getting one day off? You, born in a peaceful country with a privileged family, you little Shibal shake bastard!"

Good Night's words weren't a hysterical or tearful indictment. He just muttered quietly, accompanied by the increasingly heavy keyboard smashing down.

He had no techniques or variations. He simply used the keyboard to smash downward.

Each strike was utterly plain and unadorned, yet carried the weight of ten thousand tons.

That was the weight of the life Good Night had lived so far—these invisible weights and pressures were being converted into tangible power through the 【Resentment Core】 from another world.

"But I carried it all! The crappy meals, the bastard second-generation chaebols, the insane bosses, the endless overtime, the damned shady brokers, the construction sites and electronics factories... I carried it all! A bastard like you who awakened the 'Magician' class could never understand what I sacrificed to stand here!"

Good Night roared, the keyboard in his hands now wrapped in pitch-black resentment, nearly transforming into a heavy hammer.

Even though the 'Magician' Phantom had a higher ranking and was stronger than him, at this moment, under the eruption of the other's overwhelming momentum...

The one gaining the upper hand was Good Night!

Player versus player combat was never determined solely by comprehensive strength!

Even though Phantom had many trump cards and methods, right now he had no time to use them against Good Night's outburst.

Lin Yu watched Good Night's eruption with renewed respect.

He understood clearly that a mass-produced Truth Corporation 【Item】 couldn't elevate a person's physique and speed to this level.

This was entirely driven by Good Night's own intense and terrifying emotions, combined with the potions he had taken earlier and the 【Boss's Empty Promise】 he had eaten, amplifying this 【Resentment Core】 to this height.

While those potions certainly had strong enhancement effects, Lin Yu had already guessed their more critical function—they made Good Night recall his overtime state, thereby better channeling the resentment within him.

At this moment, Lin Yu suddenly understood why Good Night liked watching short videos...

Beneath his optimistic exterior hid a past too heavy and dark. Though those experiences might not be particularly unique and could be shared by many people... if someone had been going through these since their student days, always experiencing the worst version each time, then even without a major life-changing event, that prolonged torment was enough to give a person sky-high resentment.

If Good Night didn't indulge in some sensory stimulation and instant gratification, he probably would have gone mad.

That this person chose to join 'Order' was precisely the kind of heroism Romain Rolland celebrated—"seeing the truth of reality yet still loving life."

And it was precisely this heroism, precisely that dark past, that allowed Good Night to completely suppress Phantom at this moment.

"...You damned 'Free Alliance' bastards, I swear I'll capture and lock every single one of you up tonight!"

As Phantom collapsed into the flower garden, beaten and battered, his cane nearly bent, Good Night raised the keyboard high once again.

And this time, the pressure emanating from the keyboard was more terrifying than all the previous strikes combined.

"Ultimate finishing move—Twelve revisions overnight, and the client says the first version was best!"

As Good Night's heavy voice rang out, the resentment on his body surged to its peak!

Behind him, a figure appeared, pitch-black with blood-red eyes, raising both hands high as if lifting a giant mountain-cleaving axe, ready to shatter all the mountains named "Brain-dead Client," "Idiot Boss," "Blaming Superior," "Unpaid Overtime," "Layoff at Thirty," "Performance Review," and "Punch Card Attendance."

Phantom's face finally changed color.

He never imagined that Good Night, who had fallen off the Top 100 List, could display this level of power!

"Sure enough, Jiangcheng doesn't raise idle people?"

Phantom exhaled, feeling for the first time that a life-or-death crisis was about to erupt.

"Completely locked on. I'm afraid even 'swapping positions' will be caught up to again..."

"Should I hide in the hat? No... I feel like that might not completely avoid the damage either..."

"Maybe I'll have to use my 【Exclusive Item】 to escape!"

With this thought, Phantom's mind stirred. Just as he was about to act, another voice rang out.

"Hey, Phantom—I thought I wouldn't have to make a move today!"

A voice light as a feather, ethereal and cold, spoke.

Phantom was overjoyed and quickly shouted, "Hurry and save me!"

"Nobody, nobody's going to save you, you Shibal bastards!"

Good Night's keyboard smashed down again, along with the resentment entity behind him.

But...

Phantom abandoned his resistance at this moment, seemingly fully trusting that the arriving teammate could block this blow!

Good Night gritted his teeth and swung the keyboard downward, wanting to see who could possibly block his full-power attack.

The next moment, a pale white hand appeared out of thin air, pressing against his keyboard.

And then...

One pale hand after another clung to the keyboard, like vines twining around an ancient tree, like barnacles on a whale.

"Ya! Which Shibal bastard is this?!"

Good Night growled, the resentment on his body growing thicker, still pressing his keyboard downward bit by bit despite the hands blocking him.

But...

The next moment, Good Night saw a girl holding a small black lace-edged parasol standing between him and Phantom.

"Pleased to meet you, Captain Good Night... You're just as I imagined, a true powerhouse whose strength far exceeds your fame and ranking."

The pale-faced, porcelain-doll-like black-haired girl had a smile on her lips.

"I think... I'm starting to like you."