Chapter 122: Deceiving the heavens and crossing the sea, deceiving the gods!

Zhuang Weilun was stunned at first, then laughed out loud,

"You mean the 'Illusion' talent was strengthened, so the illusion became reality?"

In a sense, 'Dream' and 'Illusion' have similarities.

The scenes created by both are illusions.

In his view, 'Illusion' is just a low-level talent.

Even if strengthened several times, it can at most make the scene more realistic.

That's all.

If it were said that 'Illusion' caused the dream to come true, Zhuang Weilun wouldn't believe it no matter what.

Su Yang walked to the other end of the table, supported the table with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and said slowly:

"I lied to you."

"What did you lie to me about?"

"'Illusion' has always been a facade; just now, it has disappeared." Su Yang said.

"Stop pretending; what exactly is this place?" Zhuang Weilun tried to pull the trigger again, but there was still no reaction.

He took out the magazine to check and found there were seven bullets left.

The pistol itself wasn't damaged, good as new.

But why...

Seeing this, Su Yang smiled: "You use the sword of the previous dynasty to cut the officials of the current dynasty; don't you find it ridiculous?"

Zhuang Weilun paused, looked up at Su Yang, his eyes flickering: "Is this the 'illusion' you created?"

Su Yang spread his hands: "If you don't believe this is the fourth death game, you can do nothing."

"According to your plan, you only need to wait for five hours for the game to end."

"The watch for first place is on you; the one who should be afraid is me, isn't it?"

Seeing Su Yang's fearless appearance, Zhuang Weilun felt a sense of unease.

He felt he had become a mental patient.

Unable to distinguish what is real and what is fake.

Reality and dreams, dreams and illusions...

"Beep beep!"

Suddenly, a solid partition appeared in the middle of the table, separating the two sides.

A double-sided electronic screen was embedded in the center of the partition, showing the time—

10:00.

With the prompt sound, the countdown began.

At the same time, the three buttons on the table changed from red to green.

The game... officially begins!

"Ten minutes?" Zhuang Weilun's face was as gloomy as water.

Originally, he had the victory in his grasp, letting the remaining players enter their dreams.

He also successfully obtained Su Yang's watch, only needing to wait quietly to clear the game.

At that time, he would get the dream reward!

But now...

He was trapped in this dark, abyss-like ghost place!

And Su Yang...

He actually hid an all-purpose recovery injection!

"Slap!"

Zhuang Weilun slapped himself hard, and a stinging pain instantly came to his face.

"Slap slap!"

He slapped himself a few more times, and two red handprints appeared.

They looked particularly dazzling on this dark, sallow face.

"Impossible, this must be an illusion; where did the fourth death game come from? This is all Zheng Jue's self-delusion!"

Zhuang Weilun gripped the two corners of the table tightly, veins exposed.

He had been painstakingly managing for so long, yet he was given a head-on blow at the last moment.

Zheng Jue plus his efforts, was it going to fall short?

He was unwilling, and even more unwilling to return the hard-won first place!

Su Yang watched his face turn blue and purple, and said: "You have Zheng Jue's memory in your brain, so you should be clear about when he attacked me."

"What do you want to say?"

"You have his memory, so you should ponder why he set up such a game, instead of just following the cat and drawing the tiger." Su Yang said faintly.

"You said so much, nothing more than wanting me to press the button; your scheme is too childish." Zhuang Weilun's eyes flashed with brilliance, as if he had seen through Su Yang's inner thoughts.

Once touched, he would definitely fall into the trap Su Yang set in advance.

He had experienced so much intrigue, how could he not know his intention?

"Zheng Jue didn't know my background, so he spent more than a week deploying the plan."

"In the cognition of all players, the game matching mechanism is completely random; no one can guarantee they can meet the people they want to see 100%."

"Unless there is a specific talent... and he saw the future in his dream."

"Therefore, he knew all this was caused by me; to ensure nothing went wrong, he acted very low-key in the preparation area, and even erased my memory."

"It's just a pity... he suffered some kind of irresistible backlash after modifying the rules, which gave you an opportunity." Su Yang said.

Zhuang Weilun's expression changed, looking at Su Yang in disbelief.

He could even guess this?

Zheng Jue joined his squad, but became listless after cutting his wrist, and even breathing became difficult.

Zhuang Weilun had no intention of swallowing, but the mature woman's appearance was too eye-catching, so he thought of changing a shell to act.

Unexpectedly, after swallowing, he discovered a shocking secret!

"Zheng Jue has been eyeing me since the end of the first death game; he has been simulating my dreams just to influence my subconscious."

"Before the fourth death game started, he did the same, the moment the broadcast sounded."

"The dream descended on me, strengthened my talent, and when I read the rules silently, it turned the modification of the rules into fact."

"Since it has become a fact, the game content has changed."

"Likewise, Zheng Jue's 'Dream' talent has also been strengthened, covering the entire prison, letting all players enter the same game."

"The above... is the origin of this 'deteriorated' death game." Su Yang pressed a green button slowly.

Zhuang Weilun listened, feeling that Su Yang seemed to have persecutory delusions.

Although the targeting in Zheng Jue's memory did start very early, he took the 'credit' on himself, which was too ridiculous.

"Since your talent has been strengthened, whatever you say is what it is, then why don't you use it in the game?" Zhuang Weilun easily found the loophole in Su Yang's logic.

With such a heaven-defying talent, why did he need to hide?

Wouldn't it be simpler to just say a word and let all players except him die?

"I think this has to do with the supreme being behind the scenes." Su Yang said.

"God?" Zhuang Weilun narrowed his eyes.

"Fairness and rules cannot be blasphemed; Zheng Jue broke the order and should be punished." Su Yang said leisurely, glanced at the remaining time on the screen, and continued:

"Although the dream came true because of me, he is the initiator of everything, so he received the heaviest punishment."

"As for the punishment on me..."

"Judging from the current situation, it is only suppressing the talent, returning to the baseline level."

Zhuang Weilun sneered: "You are already terminally ill; even God wants to target you; you think too highly of yourself."

"On the contrary, if I were God, I wouldn't allow any blasphemy to appear."

"Speaking of which, I should thank Zheng Jue; if he hadn't carried everything for me, I wouldn't have the qualification to compete in the same game with you." Su Yang smiled slightly.

Zheng Jue's ambition was great; it was precisely because of the greed in human nature.

That allowed Su Yang to deceive the heavens and cross the sea, deceiving the gods! ===== CHAPTER 123 =====

"Judging from the current situation, the only way is to suppress the talent and return to the starting baseline."

Zhuang Weilun sneered, "You are already terminally ill, and even the gods are targeting you; you think too highly of yourself."

"On the contrary, if I were a god, I would not allow any act of blasphemy to occur."

"Speaking of which, I should thank Zheng Jue; if he hadn't shouldered everything for me, I wouldn't be qualified to compete with you in the same game," Su Yang smiled slightly.

Zheng Jue had great ambition, precisely because of the greed in human nature.

It allowed Su Yang to deceive the world and trick the gods!