Chapter 1792

Chapter 1792 Not a Game?

 

Failed to control the bald security guard, Lin Qiye ultimately met the same fate as Shen Qingzhu, killed by the nearly unsolvable [Group Photo] + [Wink] combo, dissipating into a flash of blood on the stage.

After dying in the game, Lin Qiye’s consciousness suddenly began to fall, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the hospital room.

In the pale hospital room, a sphere of green code slowly rotated below the ceiling, with a line of code wrapped like a ribbon around the wrist of Youlilang Bai who lay on the bed with his eyes closed, as if asleep.

Lin Qiye turned his head in confusion and saw Shen Qingzhu standing by the window in the corridor, silently smoking a cigarette, while Guan Zai sat on the bench with his head lowered, his hands rapidly typing in the void.

“Why are we out?” Lin Qiye asked in confusion, “Isn’t it not over yet?”

Guan Zai slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot:

“The game isn’t over… but it no longer concerns you two…”

“Why?”

Guan Zai extended his hand, pointing to the hospital bed.

“His life won’t last until you respawn.”

Lin Qiye suddenly remembered something and turned sharply toward the bed. Youlilang Bai’s face was deathly pale, and at some point he had been hooked up to IVs and monitoring equipment. Two doctors were standing around him, frowning and whispering something.

“Less than ten minutes left? We were only in there for less than an hour… didn’t you say he could hold on for a few more days?”

Guan Zai shook his head, “Your consciousness only experienced an hour in the game, but out here, two days have passed.”

Lin Qiye stood frozen in place.

“Besides, maintaining the data for all three of you in the game puts a huge strain on me… since you two wouldn’t last until the next respawn anyway, I simply pulled you out.”

Lin Qiye observed Guan Zai, who looked much more haggard than before they entered the game. Simultaneously supporting the consciousness of two human geniuses and one deity in the game had taken a severe toll on him.

Seeing Guan Zai in this state, Lin Qiye, who had planned to give him a good beating, suddenly felt too embarrassed to do so.

“Now, does he still have a chance to become a god?” Lin Qiye asked solemnly.

“…Hard to say.” Guan Zai sighed, “I designed this game just to push him, to make him actively try to create rules… until the final moment, no one knows if he can find that trigger.”

Lin Qiye remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

“I understand. Regardless, I’ll get Old Dog Wu here first… even if we don’t succeed, we can preserve his consciousness.”

Lin Qiye picked up his phone and noticed several missed calls from Min Junliang over the past couple of days.

Lin Qiye frowned, feeling an ominous premonition, and immediately called back.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Commander? You’re back?!” Min Junliang’s voice was extremely anxious.

“What happened?”

“…”

…

After eliminating Shen Qingzhu and Lin Qiye, Ai Meimei’s gaze returned to the edge of the venue.

In the vast crowd, there was no sign of Youlilang Bai.

Ai Meimei snorted coldly, scanning the surroundings as her voice echoed throughout the venue through the microphone:

“Youlilang Bai, come out and face me!”

As her words fell, confusion appeared on the faces of the audience members. They looked around puzzled, not understanding why Ai Meimei had suddenly said this.

In the massive venue, not a single movement responded, as if he wasn’t there at all.

Seeing this, Ai Meimei narrowed her eyes, “Fine… if that’s how you want it, don’t blame me.”

The next moment, the [Group Photo] countdown flashed on the screen behind her.

“Three… two… one! Cheese~!”

As the image on the screen froze, there was still no movement in the venue.

How could this be?

Why didn’t Skill 2’s judgment succeed?

Ai Meimei received a failure notification, her eyes filling with shock as she turned to look at the group photo on the screen. The failure of [Group Photo] meant that Youlilang Bai must be in the picture!

Just then, a calm voice came through the speakers:

“Don’t bother, you won’t find me.”

“Actually, breaking your chain of elimination isn’t difficult… I just need to be in the [Group Photo] without being seen by you.

Seven-bro and Qingzhu-bro were judged and killed by you because they were fighting, making them easy to spot… Now I’ve changed clothes and hidden among these tens of thousands of spectators. As long as I don’t actively try to kill you, you won’t discover me. Even if you find my position from the photo, I can quickly change locations.

This way, no matter how many times you use [Group Photo] or [Support], you can’t do anything to me.”

At the edge of the southwest stands, a young man wearing a jacket and a baseball cap kept his head lowered, speaking slowly into a microphone hidden between his sleeves. In this enormous venue, his presence was extremely inconspicuous.

Ai Meimei’s gaze swept across the venue, unable to identify Youlilang Bai’s figure. She frowned slightly and spoke again:

“Do you think you can just stall until those two respawn and you’ll have a chance? If I’m not mistaken… in your current condition, you can’t last more than ten minutes, right?”

While speaking, Ai Meimei gave a signal to three security guards, who immediately rushed into the crowd to search for Youlilang Bai’s position.

Youlilang Bai looked up at his health bar, his eyes showing resignation.

[350/350]

As time passed, his health was dropping faster and faster. Now he was losing nearly fifty points per minute. At this rate, he could only last seven more minutes… he probably wouldn’t make it until Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu respawned.

“I don’t understand. The three of us are all players, so why are you specifically targeting me? Did Uncle Guan give you some strange setting when he created you?” Youlilang Bai asked curiously.

“Players?” Ai Meimei chuckled, “You don’t really think this is just a game… and I’m just a BOSS in a game, do you?”

Hearing this, Youlilang Bai frowned slightly, not understanding what Ai Meimei meant.

If this isn’t a game… then what is it?

Ai Meimei’s gaze grew increasingly sharp as she slowly spoke: “You’ve been to the basement, so you must have seen those things, right? The Second Pure Land, artificial gods, experiments… Don’t these seem familiar to you?”

“Aren’t these just designed game backgrounds?” Youlilang Bai frowned and asked, “The [Pure Land] was destroyed long ago. There couldn’t possibly be a second [Pure Land], nor a second artificial god.”

Ai Meimei laughed coldly.

“You’re wrong… This sports arena is indeed generated by the game, but everything you saw underground, including me, is all real.” Ai Meimei paused, “This includes the [Second Pure Land] and the artificial god experiment… and the person who created them is called Oya Tsunayoshi.

You might not be familiar with this name, but you should know his other name…”

“He is called [Mirror Disaster].”