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

Chapter 729: White-Hot

Facing Li Nian's request, Lin Yu looked at her and calmly gave his answer.

"Sister Unforgotten, Sister Master Thief, my dear sisters, I'm already aware of this—Zhu Ming told me about it. But... if I report this to 'Order,' how do I explain my source of information?"

Li Nian fell into thought as well.

"Well..."

"Hey, I have an idea." Lin Yu looked at Li Nian and raised a finger. "Why don't I say I beat you in our fight, and you confessed this while begging for mercy? How about that?"

Li Nian wanted to refuse at first, but after a second thought, recalling that terrifying codename she'd heard earlier, she nodded heavily.

"Fine!"

"But go easy on me... or I'll tattle to Sister Zhu Ming."

Li Nian said cautiously, putting away her utility knife, and crouched down with her head in her hands.

"What's the rush? I'm not hitting you now." Lin Yu looked down below. "Those four are locked in an intense fight down there; they can't even notice what's happening up here. Let's wait until both sides' reinforcements arrive—once another wave of people comes, both sides should stop."

Li Nian raised her head again, listening to Lin Yu's words. "How are you so sure more people coming will make them stop?"

"Because tonight's fight escalating to this point was an accident in itself. 'Order' doesn't want high-level combat like this without a contingency plan, so close to the city's residential areas," Lin Yu said calmly. "And if 'Order' doesn't want to fight, you were already the ones trying to pull out anyway... Unless you plan on fighting 'Order' to the death here in Jiangcheng?"

Li Nian exhaled. "Yeah, we definitely don't want that."

Lin Yu spread his hands. "So there you have it. Just wait for the new arrivals, then I'll start beating you up."

Li Nian stood up. "Alright... I hope they hurry up, because it feels like someone's about to die down there."

...

Meanwhile, as Lin Yu and Li Nian had their peaceful exchange.

The battle below had indeed taken a grim turn.

Under Good Night's strategy of trading "injuries" for "combat power," his speed and strength had already climbed to new heights.

In such a situation, even while within the influence range of Phantom's [Exclusive Item]—[The Miracle Stage Focused on You]—Good Night had managed to keep up with Phantom's pace.

"Shiiing—"

A metal playing card flew in from Good Night's right rear blind spot, slicing toward his ribs.

But in that instant...

Good Night suddenly sidestepped, causing the card to miss.

"What?!"

Phantom stared at Good Night, feeling something was off.

This wasn't the first time a card had missed, nor the first time Good Night had dodged, but this time... Phantom sensed a difference.

Through constant accumulation, Good Night's speed and power seemed to have broken through some "critical threshold"—a threshold that represented the balance of the battle.

"Shish-shish-shish—"

Then, three more playing cards fell into empty space.

Phantom immediately understood the source of that "off" feeling from before.

More and more cards were missing.

To be precise... hitting Good Night with a card had now become a low-probability event.

The man burning with black flames weaved through those butterfly-like metal cards, dancing as if among blades.

But whether it was the metal cards or other [items]... none could touch him anymore!

And no matter how Phantom urged his [items] onward, Good Night's trajectory suddenly became clear and direct.

Step by step, he began closing the distance between himself and Phantom.

"Boom!"

Good Night kicked aside the floating chair in front of him and appeared before Phantom.

"You piece of shit, haven't you had enough fun?"

Good Night grabbed the keyboard again and swung it around in a full arc toward Phantom.

With no room to dodge, Phantom raised his cane to block, and then...

"Crack!"

The cane snapped in two, and Phantom's tiger's mouth split open at the same time. He stumbled backward three full steps.

That single blow had already made him feel like his bones were injured.

But to Good Night... this was just an appetizer.

"Get ready to rot in the 'Eternal Cage' for fifty years!"

Good Night declared, raising the keyboard high as all the black flames on his body converged onto it.

Phantom didn't hesitate either. He threw away the broken cane and let out a long breath.

"Fine, looks like there's no other way—Teacher Bunny, get ready for that!"

The rabbit in the corner flipped up, landed on Phantom's shoulder, and both of them stood under the spotlight.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure—if I don't use this move now, I'll really end up half-crippled!"

"Fine!"

The rabbit replied as both of them simultaneously tossed their top hats into the air.

Then, the rabbit's hat and Phantom's hat collided midair. The rabbit's hat entered Phantom's hat, then flew out again. The two hats spun in the air before merging into one...

A massive top hat.

Standing under the spotlight, Phantom declared loudly, "Now—I hope this works!"

The classic prelude to a miraculous magic performance. From within the enormous hat came a deep, melodious sound.

"Woooo—!"

Good Night looked up at the dark, empty hat hovering in the air and took a deep breath.

"Whatever it is, bring it on!"

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The battle between Paper Kite and Xiaoyun had grown even more intense.

More and more corpses. More and more gunfire.

Both sides had clearly shown signs of exhaustion under the massive attrition and consumption.

The bullet holes in Xiaoyun's body, on non-vital areas, were no longer being transferred or repaired. She simply stuffed them with severed limbs to stop the bleeding and left them untreated.

"What a troublesome opponent... Even with two male 'Otaku' corpses, one female 'Otaku' corpse, plus two demons and a Barbarian's Mutilated Body as 'blood banks' for damage transfer, it's almost reached its limit?"

Xiaoyun muttered, sensing that in the [Mortuary Compartment], the six bodies were almost unrecognizable—turning into a bloody pulp.

As for Paper Kite...

The fact that some bullets landed on Xiaoyun's non-fatal, non-joint areas was enough to show he wasn't in peak form either.

Even though his shooting ability rivaled any [Class] bonus or [item] effect, for Paper Kite...

Too many disturbances still affected his performance.

He could accurately fire bullets into fast-moving targets even when dizzying colors and lights appeared before his eyes.

But if his body got shoved or his wrist twisted while pulling the trigger, that was something Paper Kite couldn't avoid.

He wasn't some kind of deity, after all!

"Damn it...!"

Paper Kite gritted his teeth as the cylinder rotated and ejected bullets. The smoke from the gun barrel hit his face, practically scorching hot.

"Continuous firing... even if bullets can be replenished, my stamina and this pistol are reaching their limits!"

"'Undertaker'... this bitch is way too tenacious!"