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

Chapter 889: The Plan... Going Smoothly?

"Bang!"

A bubble spat out by a starfish burst above the side of the ice path. It was the first bubble to cross the "defense line."

The corrosive liquid contained within the bubble splattered down, arcing toward Nineteen's position.

"Watch out!"

King Vulture warned, but offered no substantive help to Nineteen.

Nineteen, however, showed no sign of panic. He simply raised his hand, and a large black umbrella slid out from his sleeve.

Then, the umbrella snapped open!

"Whoosh!"

The liquid, several times more corrosive than concentrated sulfuric acid, poured down—yet it failed to cause any real damage to the umbrella.

"Hiss—!"

Puffs of white smoke rose from the canopy's surface as part of the liquid evaporated on contact.

But the rest of the liquid... instead of dripping off the umbrella, was directly absorbed by the black canopy.

"How did one slip through?"

Only after finishing all this did Nineteen speak up, demanding an answer from Chlorpromazine and King Vulture.

In their agreed division of labor, he was only responsible for creating the ice path and conveniently clearing nearby starfish. The bubble attacks from those distant starfish were outside his jurisdiction.

"We've pushed too deep already. The monster density here is much higher than before, and the fog concentration is thickening too," King Vulture said, showing no goodwill toward this Marauder member despite their temporary alliance. "On top of that, we've been walking for over ten minutes. I'm human, not a machine with unlimited stamina and energy. Mistakes from fatigue are only to be expected."

Chlorpromazine's reply was far more straightforward: "Don't sweat it. I'm just First-Tier. I've done my best—if any slipped through, it's because I'm trash!"

Nineteen let out a sigh: "Fine. Then keep your eyes peeled."

"The real question is how much longer until we get there. Isn't it only three kilometers? We should be just about there by now," Chlorpromazine said helplessly. "If this keeps up, I'm really going to exceed my limits."

Kitty, who had remained mostly silent while maintaining their buffs with a weary expression, also spoke up: "Yes, Lord Furbollo, how much further is it?"

Fu Luo's expression was grave.

"Almost there—it's right ahead!"

He had been continuously tracking the underwater currents and the direction of the fog's flow, but...

Upon reaching this close range, Fu Luo suddenly discovered something.

Just moments ago, the direction of the water currents had shifted once again.

After re-analyzing, Fu Luo reached a terrifying conclusion.

A second teleporter had opened underwater!

The two teleporters were side by side.

Was it because their group's approach had made the other party feel threatened, prompting them to open it?

But if that was the case, why hadn't any new monsters appeared?

Were they holding back something big, or was it something else entirely?

Fu Luo couldn't find an answer in his mind.

And because he knew their alliance was extremely fragile and could shatter at any moment, Fu Luo didn't even dare share this discovery with the others.

He could only pray that everything would go smoothly—at least until he hugged the Endless Madness and dove down to those two teleporters, no variables would arise.

After all, the two teleporters were still right next to each other—with luck, an explosion would take them both out at once.

"As long as I can still activate the Endless Madness..."

Fu Luo gritted his teeth, feeling the distance closing.

Three hundred meters to go!

More and more bubbles crossed the defensive range of King Vulture and Chlorpromazine. Nineteen was forced to pitch in and shatter some of them as well.

One hundred meters!

Kitty was unfortunate enough to get splashed on the thigh by the liquid. Unable to maintain her buffs any longer, she collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

Fifty meters!

The first starfish gained a foothold on the ice behind them—though it was immediately cut down by King Vulture and Chlorpromazine working together, it was hardly a good omen.

Thirty meters!

Chlorpromazine was wounded. The starfish's spiked suction cups tore away most of the flesh from his entire right arm, crippling most of his combat capability.

Ten meters!

Nineteen took over for Chlorpromazine, using an attack method beyond his potions for the first time—the top of his black umbrella spun open, revealing a pitch-black gun barrel.

Eight meters, five meters, three meters...

More and more starfish closed in. Nineteen's barrage shredded massive amounts of starfish flesh, dyeing both the fog and the sea red. But unfortunately, they were too close to the teleporter now, and the starfish just kept coming in endless waves.

At this point, it wasn't just Fu Luo—everyone could see through the fog two intertwined twin whirlpools beneath the sea's surface. Both the starfish and the fog were pouring out from those whirlpools.

Without a doubt, that was where the teleporters were.

But...

This location, visible right before their eyes, was as far as the players could advance.

Fu Luo knew they couldn't keep going like this—now, even praying had lost its meaning.

But at this moment, the path forward became crystal clear in his mind.

"I really picked up a bunch of bad habits from that May fellow—in the past, I wouldn't have even dreamed of such a crazy idea!"

Fu Luo adjusted his straw hat.

Even though he already knew the man's true code name was Director, sometimes he still subconsciously called him May in his head.

In any case...

Now, he had to act just like that man!

"King Vulture, Nineteen—you two, aim at the center and toss me over there!"

Fu Luo tossed his straw hat onto the boat, then barked out a new order.

"How do we throw you?"

King Vulture asked.

"However you want!"

Nineteen spoke up immediately: "It's only three meters—just jump!"

Hearing Nineteen's words, Fu Luo didn't hesitate any longer. He leaped straight toward the direction of the whirlpools!

And between him and the monsters stood a dense wall of starfish—the moment Fu Luo jumped, their tentacles, hidden beneath the surface, surged out from the water, densely packed and writhing and tumbling over one another like koi fish fighting over food in a park pond!

Even though the one giving the advice was a Marauder, Fu Luo chose to trust him!

And Nineteen didn't let Fu Luo down. At this critical juncture, he pulled no tricks.

"Go on—Furbollo, let me see what you've really got!"

Nineteen spun the handle of his umbrella, the ribs rattling with a "krakaka" sound as the black canopy began to spin as well.

Then...

"Boom!"

A special bullet fired, detonating the instant it left the barrel, transforming into a massive air cannon that struck Fu Luo's back mid-air just as he was about to descend, shoving him forward a considerable distance.

Then, Fu Luo plunged into the whirlpool.

Inside the whirlpool, he saw a round, bulbous deep-sea submersible.

Flanking both sides of the submersible were the two teleporters—from one, starfish were pouring out in endless numbers.

And from the other...

A figure in a bulky diving suit crawled out.

"So it really is the Diving Merchant!"

Fu Luo locked eyes on him, and the other party saw Fu Luo, now within arm's reach.

Only two meters separated them. In the span of a single exchanged glance, both parties sprang into action!

Fu Luo pulled out the Endless Madness, pouring his deranged thoughts into it. A wisp of "madness" was swelling in his hand.

But the Diving Merchant merely observed Fu Luo's movements for a moment, then nonchalantly climbed into the submersible.

"Whoosh—!"

The next second, the submersible dove into the teleporter from which the starfish were emerging.

Then—

Both teleporters shut down simultaneously. All the starfish instantly froze as if someone had hit their "power switch," every single one ceasing all activity.

The abrupt shift left Fu Luo dumbfounded, his mad thoughts interrupted mid-flow.

"Wait... he just ran away like that?"