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

Chapter 780: Devouring

Although Chef God from the Free Alliance had encountered the Banquet God before, causing him to recognize Hannah the moment she appeared.

But...

Even though the experts from other organizations might not possess exceptional culinary skills, they still vaguely guessed Hannah's identity.

"To think she's also been noticed by a god—this S-class isn't simple either," Bandura said excitedly in his projection mode. "Wundt, who recruited her? And who sent her into the game?"

"Registered in Jiangcheng," Wundt replied calmly. "But it has nothing to do with Edwin over there... The sponsor who brought her in was Fluoxetine."

"As for the guide who sent her into the game... that's a bit more special."

Fluoxetine chuckled. "That's right, this one's even more impressive than you think, Bandura—she tricked me."

"Back then, I thought I'd killed her, but actually, not long after completing the evaluation, she'd already entered the game by accident. By the time I went to kill her, she was already a Player," Fluoxetine narrated this experience of being "tricked," but her tone sounded quite delighted. "Being able to successfully fool me and fake her death—that's pretty impressive! And now that I think about it, she probably used that octopus to create illusions so I couldn't tell she was faking her death."

"And even after becoming a Player, she never let us detect that she'd already become one!"

"In other words, she tricked not only me but our entire organization," Fluoxetine said cheerfully. "And later, she even pulled off an incredibly brilliant con all on her own... Too bad I can't disclose the details to you."

"Anyway, she's a super delicious one—not at all inferior to that Director from before... If I was love at first sight with Director, then with her, it's definitely 'love that grew over time'!"

Hearing Fluoxetine's tone, like a child happily describing their favorite jelly flavor, Wundt nodded.

"I see. It sounds like she might have a strong sense of the big picture. Perhaps we can make an exception and admit her into the Professional Committee... After all, she's a Veterinarian, so she's somewhat relevant."

Hearing Wundt's words, Bandura frowned.

"Relevant where? She can only fully display her talents in the Executive Department. The original Freud established this Class division with careful deliberation and didn't include Veterinarian for good reason."

Wundt said coldly, "The original Freud has been dead for too long. His standards are starting to become outdated, and I believe if he saw Clozapine's performance, he'd agree that sending her to the Executive Department would be a waste of talent."

The two argued back and forth, and Fluoxetine chuckled while nudging the internal conflict-terminator within the Psychological Society beside her.

Dolantine helplessly turned back to glance at Fluoxetine, then looked at the two higher-ups.

"I'll cut both your bloody throats. Can't you keep discussing the restructuring or not back at the meeting? Say what needs to be said in the right place—do you have to announce your engagement on the day of your old folks' funeral? If you keep going off-topic without end, I'll go to Steel Plant No. 2, grab a steamroller, roll over you two until you're flat and smooth, scoop you up, roll you into meatballs, and throw you into Tiger Mountain to feed the Siberian tigers."

Wundt and Bandura once again tacitly called a truce.

Meanwhile, over at Order and the Night Watchmen, they were also focused on Hannah.

"An invisible octopus, the divine grace clan of Pure Abyss," Bi Fang said gravely. "This Psychological Society member is no joke!"

"Shit, I told you Jiangcheng is a cursed place. Not only does it produce freaks like Director, but there's also a Second Tier woman who got a god's attention!"

Good Night muttered, while Paper Kite looked thoughtful.

"So birds of a feather flock together... interesting."

Tycoon added, "Director mentioned to me that they met in a dungeon of the Death Game... Based on the Secretary's research into the game's matching mechanism over the years, it's probably because they're both freaks and players from roughly the same period that they got matched together."

Grandmaster rested her chin on her hand. "Everyone who survives this game has at least some skill, and those who make a name for themselves definitely have something extraordinary... And geniuses do tend to attract one another."

"Just like the Diviner—that guy matched against me once each at Second Tier, Third Tier, and Fourth Tier."

Grandmaster said casually. Seeing the curious looks around her, she waved her hand.

"Don't be curious, nothing much to say. I won at Second Tier and Third Tier; he won at Fourth Tier... Anyway, let's focus on the field."

"Since the other side already has a Player who's received a god's attention, A-Yin is probably in trouble."

Paper Kite looked puzzled. "It's just a little octopus, it should be fine, right?"

"Even if she's gotten other gifts from the Banquet God, there's no need to be this worried, is there?"

Grandmaster shook her head. "You're wrong. A god's gift is just a bonus. It's not that because she's been noticed by a god, she's troublesome for A-Yin."

"It's because she herself is a very troublesome individual that she got noticed in the first place."

Grandmaster said, turning her gaze to the field.

At that very moment...

A-Yin and Lin Yu were locked in a delicate standoff and game of wits.

Although losing a piece of the sword tip and having his Hundred Blades Case truly cracked in actual combat for the first time made A-Yin hesitant to act rashly.

With a precedent of failure, plus the mysterious and unfathomable feel of the octopus in his opponent's hands, A-Yin dared not make any rash moves until he sorted out the information and came up with a new counter-strategy.

Granted, A-Yin was aggressive, but that was when he had a seventy to eighty percent chance of success.

Now that the situation was uncertain, A-Yin became even more cautious than most people.

And at this moment... Lin Yu, holding the sword tip, was not resting easy either.

Because Lin Yu temporarily had no way to destroy it, nor did he have a way to completely remove A-Yin's control over the sword tip.

If he let go and withdrew the mental suppression, the sword tip would be pulled back by true energy.

But...

Lin Yu wasn't actually worried about the sword tip returning and A-Yin wreaking havoc.

Rather, that would diminish the dramatic effect he had carefully orchestrated.

This match was different from the last one...

In the match with May May, or rather Director, he had decided to win on the spot.

And although that match also had to be won "stylishly," a "stylish" victory could be evenly matched, full of close calls, with the final move being one step ahead.

But before this match began, Lin Yu had written his own script and planned a dramatically different effect.

In the "Zhu Ming" match, not only did he ideally need to win.

But for the ultimate "effect," he also had to display throughout the process...

Absolute "dominance"!

He wanted the identity of "Zhu Ming" to be remembered by everyone in a different form!

To achieve this effect, Lin Yu's mind raced, focusing on the sword tip he held.

Then...

Lin Yu thought of a solution.

He looked at A-Yin before him and spoke.

"I'll hold onto this for you for now!"

With that, Lin Yu lightly placed the sword tip into his mouth.