Chapter 1960: After the Rewind, Love You Again 36

Gao Kai's answer was very emotional.

The Angel's Eye stared for several seconds before the words on the wall slowly faded, and then a beam of light pierced Gao Kai through and through.

Under the doubtful gazes of the other players, Gao Kai shuddered, remained silent, and felt as if he had received a baptism from the Angel.

"Looks like... nothing happened?"

Gao Kai scratched his head, relieved to have saved his own life, patted his chest, and walked back to Jin Chen's side.

The next second he fell flat on his face.

Jin Chen's eye twitched slightly; he moved his foot that was being held down and said, "A new scam technique?"

"My stomach hurts." Gao Kai clutched his stomach, his face turning pale.

Jin Chen: "..."

He stepped back three steps.

The players near Gao Kai all retreated three paces away.

Soon it was the next player's turn.

Seeing Gao Kai's state, this player guessed that his past misdeeds would backfire, grew even more nervous, and hesitated to put his feather pen to paper.

But the 15-second countdown wouldn't wait.

In the final seconds, cold sweat poured down as he heavily wrote two lines on the wall.

He likely admitted to having harmed classmates during school.

That player was pierced by the halo, and before he could rejoice at being unharmed, he was swallowed by the thick black ooze seeping from the pure-white wall; he couldn't even cry out before being dragged in, blood spattering the floor.

In just three seconds, only the feather pen, now floating again, remained.

The extreme white and bloody red intertwined, still warm, making the sight shocking.

The Angel's Eye swept over everyone, as if silently warning: this is the price of lying in the confession chamber.

Jin Chen's expression remained normal as he rubbed his fingertips, thinking.

Thus it seemed that Gao Kai's lack of lying was a displacement of pain, while lying led only to a dead end.

So, what about a different answer?

【Host, are you going to pretend!】

After delving into the game system's core and successfully taking over the database, Ling Gun Gun abandoned all his former fears and was eager to avenge his past humiliation.

【No rush.】

First, let's see how the protagonist who has exhausted his evil deeds will write.

Protagonist Chen picked up the feather pen, suddenly met Jin Chen's interested gaze, and clenched his fists nervously.

As the countdown neared its end, Jin Chen casually glanced at an insignificant line on the wall and smirked.

Shameless.

Chen angrily threw down his pen, "It's not your place to comment!"

Jin Chen clutched his chest, as if frightened, but actually rolled his eyes, "Oh."

The iron fist hit cotton, easing Chen's fear a little; only after being pierced by the halo did he react, turning his stiff neck back.

He actually hadn't lied; he just gave a cunning answer, downplaying other matters, changing "killed Ruan Fu" to "almost killed Ruan Fu."

After all, Ruan Fu is alive and well.

Coincidentally, he is still the current planner of this death game.

Thus the game system judged that he had not lied, and the pain from being stabbed backlashed; Chen collapsed on the ground, writhing.

When it was Jin Chen's turn, the living players stared at him curiously, wanting to see what his answer would be.

——Kill ghosts.

Players: "..."

Can it be done like this?

What kind of misdeed is this?

This is clearly a good deed!

……But for this game, it really does seem like a misdeed, and they thought so as well.

Jin Chen released the feather pen, calmly gazed back at the Angel's Eye, as if through this rule he were looking at someone else.

This time, the Angel's Eye first fixed its gaze elsewhere; the halo passed through Jin Chen's body, actually pausing, as if stuck.

Jin Chen lowered his eyes slightly, the smile at his lips deepening, "Are you playing ring toss?"

〖……〗

The Angel's Eye's pupils turned blood-red, forcing the halo to pass through, nearly breaking its own data chain.

Jin Chen, however, walked back as if unharmed, suffering no backlash.

"Why?" Gao Kai, whose stomach hurt terribly, shouted.

Jin Chen: "I'm not a ghost."

"..." Damn it!

After everyone had answered, the feather pen floated in the air, transforming into an exquisite, intricate, slender blade that split into seven, pointing directly at the players.

And on the ever-low-profile Main Gate, a line of text appeared.

〖How to open the door: pierce the eye with the blade, complete self-conscious confession. 〗

Players:???

This game has gone crazy!

Looking at the blades corresponding to the number of players, everyone felt their hearts turn to ash.

Jin Chen was the first to raise his hand and pick up a blade.

The players' spirits instantly revived, their burning eyes fixed on Jin Chen.

Jin Chen: "……"

Without a word, Jin Chen plunged in.

The players were horrified:!!!

This isn't the style of a big shot!

With Ling Gun Gun shielding him from pain, Jin Chen then swished out the sharp blade, hearing the surrounding players all suck in cold breath.

As he gripped the door handle, Jin Chen seemed to hear several strings of sound in his mind, and illusions proliferated.

It was the quarrel between Yun Zaozao and Ruan Fu, vague and unclear, with a fierce attitude; I don't know what rebuttal Ruan Fu made, but Yun Zaozao's last words were clear: "Are you trying to destroy the game?!"

Jin Chen stepped out of the doorway, his right eye instantly returning to normal.

He raised his hand to touch it, his emotions showing no fluctuation.

With a sense of remorse, he naturally only needed to complete the "self-destruct" step.

Cheng Chuan and Gao Kai closely followed, leaving the main gate with Jin Chen, grimacing in pain; even after recovering, they felt phantom pain.

Jin Chen glanced at the protagonist, half-dead from pain, then looked around.

Here, besides white, there was only emptiness, with only doors inset with eyes; surviving players emerged from the doors, staring at each other, gradually becoming doubtful.

The game had never before seen so many players enter at once.

Ji Luo rushed over, exclaiming, "Scared the hell out of me! Still, clinging to a big thigh is the way to go!"

"Holy shit."

Ji Luo saw Protagonist Chen, warily covering his chest, afraid of being affected again, muttering as he hid behind Jin Chen.

Protagonist Chen: "……"

He stared at Jin Chen, as if he were his lifelong enemy.

Jin Chen ignored him, instead focusing his gaze on Yun Zaozao and Ruan Fu, who had just walked out of a door together.

Cheng Chuan muttered, "These two don't look like good folks!"

Ji Luo: "…What?"

What gibberish are they speaking?

Gao Kai held his stomach, still repenting.

Ruan Fu took a few quick steps, first glancing at that door, then instinctively reaching out to touch Jin Chen's eyes.

Jin Chen dodged backward, looking puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Indeed, he shouldn't know what Jin Chen had just gone through.

Ruan Fu's fingertip trembled, her tone still worried: "Any discomfort?"

"Yes."

Jin Chen pointed back at Protagonist Chen: "Just seeing him makes me uncomfortable."

Ruan Fu was momentarily speechless, taking Jin Chen's finger: "How about physically?"

"Still okay, not dead." Jin Chen replied ambiguously.

Ruan Fu raised her brows in doubt, feeling Jin Chen wasn't exactly happy, yet not like before when he'd complain at the slightest discomfort.

After a moment's thought, Ruan Fu's cool yet concerned brows showed a hint of understanding as she asked herself: "I went on a business trip, aren't you upset?"

"Don't dare, don't dare." Jin Chen remained calm, letting him hold his hand.

Ruan Fu: "……"

What on earth happened?

Ruan Fu's love aperture was only half open; although her heart was full of Jin Chen, she really couldn't think of a reason, let alone come up with comforting words.

Thus Ruan Fu fell silent, secretly annoyed as she rubbed the edge of her clothing.

By the way, he glared at the approaching Yun Zaozao.